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"What a game girl you are, to be such a first-rate sister, Loo!" | Young Thomas | vinous part of the breakfast.<|quote|>"What a game girl you are, to be such a first-rate sister, Loo!"</|quote|>whispered Tom. She clung to | with his feelings, or the vinous part of the breakfast.<|quote|>"What a game girl you are, to be such a first-rate sister, Loo!"</|quote|>whispered Tom. She clung to him as she should have | Hands got on in those parts, and whether they, too, required to be fed with gold spoons; the happy pair departed for the railroad. The bride, in passing down-stairs, dressed for her journey, found Tom waiting for her flushed, either with his feelings, or the vinous part of the breakfast.<|quote|>"What a game girl you a... | good a wife as I have found. And I hope every spinster may find as good a husband as my wife has found." Shortly after which oration, as they were going on a nuptial trip to Lyons, in order that Mr. Bounderby might take the opportunity of seeing how the Hands got on in those parts, and whether they, too, required to be... | I have mentioned, and you have mentioned, that I am this day married to Tom Gradgrind's daughter. I am very glad to be so. It has long been my wish to be so. I have watched her bringing-up, and I believe she is worthy of me. At the same time not to deceive you I believe I am worthy of her. So, I thank you, on both our ... | Josiah Bounderby of Coketown. Since you have done my wife and myself the honour of drinking our healths and happiness, I suppose I must acknowledge the same; though, as you all know me, and know what I am, and what my extraction was, you won't expect a speech from a man who, when he sees a Post, says" "that's a Post," ... | Sparsit from that position any more. It was in vain for Bounderby to bluster or to assert himself in any of his explosive ways; Mrs. Sparsit was resolved to have compassion on him, as a Victim. She was polite, obliging, cheerful, hopeful; but, the more polite, the more obliging, the more cheerful, the more hopeful, the... | expect a speech from a man who, when he sees a Post, says" "that's a Post," "and when he sees a Pump, says" "that's a Pump," "and is not to be got to call a Post a Pump, or a Pump a Post, or either of them a Toothpick. If you want a speech this morning, my friend and father-in-law, Tom Gradgrind, is a Member of Parliam... | Hard Times |
whispered Tom. She clung to him as she should have clung to some far better nature that day, and was a little shaken in her reserved composure for the first time. | No speaker | such a first-rate sister, Loo!"<|quote|>whispered Tom. She clung to him as she should have clung to some far better nature that day, and was a little shaken in her reserved composure for the first time.</|quote|>"Old Bounderby's quite ready," said | girl you are, to be such a first-rate sister, Loo!"<|quote|>whispered Tom. She clung to him as she should have clung to some far better nature that day, and was a little shaken in her reserved composure for the first time.</|quote|>"Old Bounderby's quite ready," said Tom. "Time's up. Good-bye! I | fed with gold spoons; the happy pair departed for the railroad. The bride, in passing down-stairs, dressed for her journey, found Tom waiting for her flushed, either with his feelings, or the vinous part of the breakfast. "What a game girl you are, to be such a first-rate sister, Loo!"<|quote|>whispered Tom. She clung ... | find as good a husband as my wife has found." Shortly after which oration, as they were going on a nuptial trip to Lyons, in order that Mr. Bounderby might take the opportunity of seeing how the Hands got on in those parts, and whether they, too, required to be fed with gold spoons; the happy pair departed for the rail... | to Tom Gradgrind's daughter. I am very glad to be so. It has long been my wish to be so. I have watched her bringing-up, and I believe she is worthy of me. At the same time not to deceive you I believe I am worthy of her. So, I thank you, on both our parts, for the good-will you have shown towards us; and the best wish... | honour of drinking our healths and happiness, I suppose I must acknowledge the same; though, as you all know me, and know what I am, and what my extraction was, you won't expect a speech from a man who, when he sees a Post, says" "that's a Post," "and when he sees a Pump, says" "that's a Pump," "and is not to be got to... | bluster or to assert himself in any of his explosive ways; Mrs. Sparsit was resolved to have compassion on him, as a Victim. She was polite, obliging, cheerful, hopeful; but, the more polite, the more obliging, the more cheerful, the more hopeful, the more exemplary altogether, she; the forlorner Sacrifice and Victim, ... | "Ladies and gentlemen, I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown. Since you have done my wife and myself the honour of drinking our healths and happiness, I suppose I must acknowledge the same; though, as you all know me, and know what I am, and what my extraction was, you won't expect a speech from a man who, when he sees a P... | Hard Times |
"Old Bounderby's quite ready," | Young Thomas | composure for the first time.<|quote|>"Old Bounderby's quite ready,"</|quote|>said Tom. "Time's up. Good-bye! | little shaken in her reserved composure for the first time.<|quote|>"Old Bounderby's quite ready,"</|quote|>said Tom. "Time's up. Good-bye! I shall be on the | the vinous part of the breakfast. "What a game girl you are, to be such a first-rate sister, Loo!" whispered Tom. She clung to him as she should have clung to some far better nature that day, and was a little shaken in her reserved composure for the first time.<|quote|>"Old Bounderby's quite ready,"</|quote|>said Tom. ... | the opportunity of seeing how the Hands got on in those parts, and whether they, too, required to be fed with gold spoons; the happy pair departed for the railroad. The bride, in passing down-stairs, dressed for her journey, found Tom waiting for her flushed, either with his feelings, or the vinous part of the breakfas... | of me. At the same time not to deceive you I believe I am worthy of her. So, I thank you, on both our parts, for the good-will you have shown towards us; and the best wish I can give the unmarried part of the present company, is this: I hope every bachelor may find as good a wife as I have found. And I hope every spins... | won't expect a speech from a man who, when he sees a Post, says" "that's a Post," "and when he sees a Pump, says" "that's a Pump," "and is not to be got to call a Post a Pump, or a Pump a Post, or either of them a Toothpick. If you want a speech this morning, my friend and father-in-law, Tom Gradgrind, is a Member of P... | more polite, the more obliging, the more cheerful, the more hopeful, the more exemplary altogether, she; the forlorner Sacrifice and Victim, he. She had that tenderness for his melancholy fate, that his great red countenance used to break out into cold perspirations when she looked at him. Meanwhile the marriage was ap... | of Coketown, to Louisa eldest daughter of Thomas Gradgrind Esquire of Stone Lodge, M.P. for that borough. And when they were united in holy matrimony, they went home to breakfast at Stone Lodge aforesaid. There was an improving party assembled on the auspicious occasion, who knew what everything they had to eat and dri... | Hard Times |
said Tom. | No speaker | time. "Old Bounderby's quite ready,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Time's up. Good-bye! I shall | reserved composure for the first time. "Old Bounderby's quite ready,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Time's up. Good-bye! I shall be on the look-out for | the breakfast. "What a game girl you are, to be such a first-rate sister, Loo!" whispered Tom. She clung to him as she should have clung to some far better nature that day, and was a little shaken in her reserved composure for the first time. "Old Bounderby's quite ready,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Time's up. Good-by... | how the Hands got on in those parts, and whether they, too, required to be fed with gold spoons; the happy pair departed for the railroad. The bride, in passing down-stairs, dressed for her journey, found Tom waiting for her flushed, either with his feelings, or the vinous part of the breakfast. "What a game girl you a... | same time not to deceive you I believe I am worthy of her. So, I thank you, on both our parts, for the good-will you have shown towards us; and the best wish I can give the unmarried part of the present company, is this: I hope every bachelor may find as good a wife as I have found. And I hope every spinster may find a... | from a man who, when he sees a Post, says" "that's a Post," "and when he sees a Pump, says" "that's a Pump," "and is not to be got to call a Post a Pump, or a Pump a Post, or either of them a Toothpick. If you want a speech this morning, my friend and father-in-law, Tom Gradgrind, is a Member of Parliament, and you kno... | obliging, the more cheerful, the more hopeful, the more exemplary altogether, she; the forlorner Sacrifice and Victim, he. She had that tenderness for his melancholy fate, that his great red countenance used to break out into cold perspirations when she looked at him. Meanwhile the marriage was appointed to be solemniz... | me, and know what I am, and what my extraction was, you won't expect a speech from a man who, when he sees a Post, says" "that's a Post," "and when he sees a Pump, says" "that's a Pump," "and is not to be got to call a Post a Pump, or a Pump a Post, or either of them a Toothpick. If you want a speech this morning, my f... | Hard Times |
"Time's up. Good-bye! I shall be on the look-out for you, when you come back. I say, my dear Loo! AN'T it uncommonly jolly now!" | Young Thomas | Bounderby's quite ready," said Tom.<|quote|>"Time's up. Good-bye! I shall be on the look-out for you, when you come back. I say, my dear Loo! AN'T it uncommonly jolly now!"</|quote|>* * * * * | for the first time. "Old Bounderby's quite ready," said Tom.<|quote|>"Time's up. Good-bye! I shall be on the look-out for you, when you come back. I say, my dear Loo! AN'T it uncommonly jolly now!"</|quote|>* * * * * END OF THE FIRST BOOK | "What a game girl you are, to be such a first-rate sister, Loo!" whispered Tom. She clung to him as she should have clung to some far better nature that day, and was a little shaken in her reserved composure for the first time. "Old Bounderby's quite ready," said Tom.<|quote|>"Time's up. Good-bye! I shall be on the loo... | Hands got on in those parts, and whether they, too, required to be fed with gold spoons; the happy pair departed for the railroad. The bride, in passing down-stairs, dressed for her journey, found Tom waiting for her flushed, either with his feelings, or the vinous part of the breakfast. "What a game girl you are, to b... | not to deceive you I believe I am worthy of her. So, I thank you, on both our parts, for the good-will you have shown towards us; and the best wish I can give the unmarried part of the present company, is this: I hope every bachelor may find as good a wife as I have found. And I hope every spinster may find as good a h... | man who, when he sees a Post, says" "that's a Post," "and when he sees a Pump, says" "that's a Pump," "and is not to be got to call a Post a Pump, or a Pump a Post, or either of them a Toothpick. If you want a speech this morning, my friend and father-in-law, Tom Gradgrind, is a Member of Parliament, and you know where... | more cheerful, the more hopeful, the more exemplary altogether, she; the forlorner Sacrifice and Victim, he. She had that tenderness for his melancholy fate, that his great red countenance used to break out into cold perspirations when she looked at him. Meanwhile the marriage was appointed to be solemnized in eight we... | and you have mentioned, that I am this day married to Tom Gradgrind's daughter. I am very glad to be so. It has long been my wish to be so. I have watched her bringing-up, and I believe she is worthy of me. At the same time not to deceive you I believe I am worthy of her. So, I thank you, on both our parts, for the goo... | Hard Times |
* * * * * END OF THE FIRST BOOK _REAPING_ CHAPTER I EFFECTS IN THE BANK A SUNNY midsummer day. There was such a thing sometimes, even in Coketown. Seen from a distance in such weather, Coketown lay shrouded in a haze of its own, which appeared impervious to the sun's rays. You only knew the town was there, because you ... | No speaker | AN'T it uncommonly jolly now!"<|quote|>* * * * * END OF THE FIRST BOOK _REAPING_ CHAPTER I EFFECTS IN THE BANK A SUNNY midsummer day. There was such a thing sometimes, even in Coketown. Seen from a distance in such weather, Coketown lay shrouded in a haze of its own, which appeared impervious to the sun's rays. You onl... | I say, my dear Loo! AN'T it uncommonly jolly now!"<|quote|>* * * * * END OF THE FIRST BOOK _REAPING_ CHAPTER I EFFECTS IN THE BANK A SUNNY midsummer day. There was such a thing sometimes, even in Coketown. Seen from a distance in such weather, Coketown lay shrouded in a haze of its own, which appeared impervious to the... | some far better nature that day, and was a little shaken in her reserved composure for the first time. "Old Bounderby's quite ready," said Tom. "Time's up. Good-bye! I shall be on the look-out for you, when you come back. I say, my dear Loo! AN'T it uncommonly jolly now!"<|quote|>* * * * * END OF THE FIRST BOOK _REAPIN... | bride, in passing down-stairs, dressed for her journey, found Tom waiting for her flushed, either with his feelings, or the vinous part of the breakfast. "What a game girl you are, to be such a first-rate sister, Loo!" whispered Tom. She clung to him as she should have clung to some far better nature that day, and was ... | towards us; and the best wish I can give the unmarried part of the present company, is this: I hope every bachelor may find as good a wife as I have found. And I hope every spinster may find as good a husband as my wife has found." Shortly after which oration, as they were going on a nuptial trip to Lyons, in order tha... | be got to call a Post a Pump, or a Pump a Post, or either of them a Toothpick. If you want a speech this morning, my friend and father-in-law, Tom Gradgrind, is a Member of Parliament, and you know where to get it. I am not your man. However, if I feel a little independent when I look around this table to-day, and refl... | his great red countenance used to break out into cold perspirations when she looked at him. Meanwhile the marriage was appointed to be solemnized in eight weeks' time, and Mr. Bounderby went every evening to Stone Lodge as an accepted wooer. Love was made on these occasions in the form of bracelets; and, on all occasio... | I am worthy of her. So, I thank you, on both our parts, for the good-will you have shown towards us; and the best wish I can give the unmarried part of the present company, is this: I hope every bachelor may find as good a wife as I have found. And I hope every spinster may find as good a husband as my wife has found."... | Hard Times |
"Thank you, Bitzer," | Mrs. Sparsit | as a form of homage.<|quote|>"Thank you, Bitzer,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, | on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage.<|quote|>"Thank you, Bitzer,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. | on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage.<|quote|>"Thank you, Bitz... | sake of her money. It was generally considered, indeed, that she had been due some time, and ought to have fallen long ago; but she had kept her life, and her situation, with an ill-conditioned tenacity that occasioned much offence and disappointment. Mrs. Sparsit's tea was just set for her on a pert little table, with... | one of the official chimney-pieces; and over that respectable tradition never to be separated from a place of business claiming to be wealthy a row of fire-buckets vessels calculated to be of no physical utility on any occasion, but observed to exercise a fine moral influence, almost equal to bullion, on most beholders... | herself, in some sort, the Bank Fairy. The townspeople who, in their passing and repassing, saw her there, regarded her as the Bank Dragon keeping watch over the treasures of the mine. What those treasures were, Mrs. Sparsit knew as little as they did. Gold and silver coin, precious paper, secrets that if divulged woul... | all through this sunny day, making the passenger more sleepy and more hot as he passed the humming walls of the mills. Sun-blinds, and sprinklings of water, a little cooled the main streets and the shops; but the mills, and the courts and alleys, baked at a fierce heat. Down upon the river that was black and thick with... | of her interesting character upon her, Mrs. Sparsit considered herself, in some sort, the Bank Fairy. The townspeople who, in their passing and repassing, saw her there, regarded her as the Bank Dragon keeping watch over the treasures of the mine. What those treasures were, Mrs. Sparsit knew as little as they did. Gold... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit. | No speaker | of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the | his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a | little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer,"<|quote|>said ... | money. It was generally considered, indeed, that she had been due some time, and ought to have fallen long ago; but she had kept her life, and her situation, with an ill-conditioned tenacity that occasioned much offence and disappointment. Mrs. Sparsit's tea was just set for her on a pert little table, with its tripod ... | official chimney-pieces; and over that respectable tradition never to be separated from a place of business claiming to be wealthy a row of fire-buckets vessels calculated to be of no physical utility on any occasion, but observed to exercise a fine moral influence, almost equal to bullion, on most beholders. A deaf se... | sort, the Bank Fairy. The townspeople who, in their passing and repassing, saw her there, regarded her as the Bank Dragon keeping watch over the treasures of the mine. What those treasures were, Mrs. Sparsit knew as little as they did. Gold and silver coin, precious paper, secrets that if divulged would bring vague des... | sunny day, making the passenger more sleepy and more hot as he passed the humming walls of the mills. Sun-blinds, and sprinklings of water, a little cooled the main streets and the shops; but the mills, and the courts and alleys, baked at a fierce heat. Down upon the river that was black and thick with dye, some Coketo... | impression of her interesting character upon her, Mrs. Sparsit considered herself, in some sort, the Bank Fairy. The townspeople who, in their passing and repassing, saw her there, regarded her as the Bank Dragon keeping watch over the treasures of the mine. What those treasures were, Mrs. Sparsit knew as little as the... | Hard Times |
"Thank _you_, ma'am," | Bitzer | you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Thank _you_, ma'am,"</|quote|>returned the light porter. He | a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Thank _you_, ma'am,"</|quote|>returned the light porter. He was a very light porter | its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Than... | generally considered, indeed, that she had been due some time, and ought to have fallen long ago; but she had kept her life, and her situation, with an ill-conditioned tenacity that occasioned much offence and disappointment. Mrs. Sparsit's tea was just set for her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an ... | over that respectable tradition never to be separated from a place of business claiming to be wealthy a row of fire-buckets vessels calculated to be of no physical utility on any occasion, but observed to exercise a fine moral influence, almost equal to bullion, on most beholders. A deaf serving-woman and the light por... | Fairy. The townspeople who, in their passing and repassing, saw her there, regarded her as the Bank Dragon keeping watch over the treasures of the mine. What those treasures were, Mrs. Sparsit knew as little as they did. Gold and silver coin, precious paper, secrets that if divulged would bring vague destruction upon v... | the passenger more sleepy and more hot as he passed the humming walls of the mills. Sun-blinds, and sprinklings of water, a little cooled the main streets and the shops; but the mills, and the courts and alleys, baked at a fierce heat. Down upon the river that was black and thick with dye, some Coketown boys who were a... | be deciphered on them when Mrs. Sparsit tried. Lastly, she was guardian over a little armoury of cutlasses and carbines, arrayed in vengeful order above one of the official chimney-pieces; and over that respectable tradition never to be separated from a place of business claiming to be wealthy a row of fire-buckets ves... | Hard Times |
returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. | No speaker | Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am,"<|quote|>returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty.</|quote|>"All is shut up, Bitzer?" | homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am,"<|quote|>returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty.</|quote|>"All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is | legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am,"<|quot... | that she had been due some time, and ought to have fallen long ago; but she had kept her life, and her situation, with an ill-conditioned tenacity that occasioned much offence and disappointment. Mrs. Sparsit's tea was just set for her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated... | tradition never to be separated from a place of business claiming to be wealthy a row of fire-buckets vessels calculated to be of no physical utility on any occasion, but observed to exercise a fine moral influence, almost equal to bullion, on most beholders. A deaf serving-woman and the light porter completed Mrs. Spa... | who, in their passing and repassing, saw her there, regarded her as the Bank Dragon keeping watch over the treasures of the mine. What those treasures were, Mrs. Sparsit knew as little as they did. Gold and silver coin, precious paper, secrets that if divulged would bring vague destruction upon vague persons (generally... | sleepy and more hot as he passed the humming walls of the mills. Sun-blinds, and sprinklings of water, a little cooled the main streets and the shops; but the mills, and the courts and alleys, baked at a fierce heat. Down upon the river that was black and thick with dye, some Coketown boys who were at large a rare sigh... | saw her there, regarded her as the Bank Dragon keeping watch over the treasures of the mine. What those treasures were, Mrs. Sparsit knew as little as they did. Gold and silver coin, precious paper, secrets that if divulged would bring vague destruction upon vague persons (generally, however, people whom she disliked),... | Hard Times |
"All is shut up, Bitzer?" | Mrs. Sparsit | horse, for girl number twenty.<|quote|>"All is shut up, Bitzer?"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is | when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty.<|quote|>"All is shut up, Bitzer?"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am." "And what," | porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty.<|quote|>"All is shut up, Bitzer?"<... | that occasioned much offence and disappointment. Mrs. Sparsit's tea was just set for her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed... | any occasion, but observed to exercise a fine moral influence, almost equal to bullion, on most beholders. A deaf serving-woman and the light porter completed Mrs. Sparsit's empire. The deaf serving-woman was rumoured to be wealthy; and a saying had for years gone about among the lower orders of Coketown, that she woul... | Mrs. Sparsit knew as little as they did. Gold and silver coin, precious paper, secrets that if divulged would bring vague destruction upon vague persons (generally, however, people whom she disliked), were the chief items in her ideal catalogue thereof. For the rest, she knew that after office-hours, she reigned suprem... | but the mills, and the courts and alleys, baked at a fierce heat. Down upon the river that was black and thick with dye, some Coketown boys who were at large a rare sight there rowed a crazy boat, which made a spumous track upon the water as it jogged along, while every dip of an oar stirred up vile smells. But the sun... | the relics of the current day's work, consisting of blots of ink, worn-out pens, fragments of wafers, and scraps of paper torn so small, that nothing interesting could ever be deciphered on them when Mrs. Sparsit tried. Lastly, she was guardian over a little armoury of cutlasses and carbines, arrayed in vengeful order ... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit. | No speaker | "All is shut up, Bitzer?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"All is shut up, ma'am." | horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"All is shut up, ma'am." "And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, | it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"A... | disappointment. Mrs. Sparsit's tea was just set for her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling hi... | exercise a fine moral influence, almost equal to bullion, on most beholders. A deaf serving-woman and the light porter completed Mrs. Sparsit's empire. The deaf serving-woman was rumoured to be wealthy; and a saying had for years gone about among the lower orders of Coketown, that she would be murdered some night when ... | as they did. Gold and silver coin, precious paper, secrets that if divulged would bring vague destruction upon vague persons (generally, however, people whom she disliked), were the chief items in her ideal catalogue thereof. For the rest, she knew that after office-hours, she reigned supreme over all the office furnit... | courts and alleys, baked at a fierce heat. Down upon the river that was black and thick with dye, some Coketown boys who were at large a rare sight there rowed a crazy boat, which made a spumous track upon the water as it jogged along, while every dip of an oar stirred up vile smells. But the sun itself, however benefi... | pity a moment. The Bank offered no violence to the wholesome monotony of the town. It was another red brick house, with black outside shutters, green inside blinds, a black street-door up two white steps, a brazen door-plate, and a brazen door-handle full stop. It was a size larger than Mr. Bounderby's house, as other ... | Hard Times |
"All is shut up, ma'am." | Bitzer | up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"All is shut up, ma'am."</|quote|>"And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, | number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"All is shut up, ma'am."</|quote|>"And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea, "is | forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"All is shut up, ma'am."</|qu... | tea was just set for her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage.... | moral influence, almost equal to bullion, on most beholders. A deaf serving-woman and the light porter completed Mrs. Sparsit's empire. The deaf serving-woman was rumoured to be wealthy; and a saying had for years gone about among the lower orders of Coketown, that she would be murdered some night when the Bank was shu... | Gold and silver coin, precious paper, secrets that if divulged would bring vague destruction upon vague persons (generally, however, people whom she disliked), were the chief items in her ideal catalogue thereof. For the rest, she knew that after office-hours, she reigned supreme over all the office furniture, and over... | baked at a fierce heat. Down upon the river that was black and thick with dye, some Coketown boys who were at large a rare sight there rowed a crazy boat, which made a spumous track upon the water as it jogged along, while every dip of an oar stirred up vile smells. But the sun itself, however beneficent, generally, wa... | relics of the current day's work, consisting of blots of ink, worn-out pens, fragments of wafers, and scraps of paper torn so small, that nothing interesting could ever be deciphered on them when Mrs. Sparsit tried. Lastly, she was guardian over a little armoury of cutlasses and carbines, arrayed in vengeful order abov... | Hard Times |
"And what," | Mrs. Sparsit | "All is shut up, ma'am."<|quote|>"And what,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out | up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am."<|quote|>"And what,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea, "is the news | homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am."<|quote|>"And what,"</|quote|>said ... | her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer,"... | bullion, on most beholders. A deaf serving-woman and the light porter completed Mrs. Sparsit's empire. The deaf serving-woman was rumoured to be wealthy; and a saying had for years gone about among the lower orders of Coketown, that she would be murdered some night when the Bank was shut, for the sake of her money. It ... | paper, secrets that if divulged would bring vague destruction upon vague persons (generally, however, people whom she disliked), were the chief items in her ideal catalogue thereof. For the rest, she knew that after office-hours, she reigned supreme over all the office furniture, and over a locked-up iron room with thr... | Down upon the river that was black and thick with dye, some Coketown boys who were at large a rare sight there rowed a crazy boat, which made a spumous track upon the water as it jogged along, while every dip of an oar stirred up vile smells. But the sun itself, however beneficent, generally, was less kind to Coketown ... | paper torn so small, that nothing interesting could ever be deciphered on them when Mrs. Sparsit tried. Lastly, she was guardian over a little armoury of cutlasses and carbines, arrayed in vengeful order above one of the official chimney-pieces; and over that respectable tradition never to be separated from a place of ... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea, | No speaker | shut up, ma'am." "And what,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea,</|quote|>"is the news of the | said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am." "And what,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea,</|quote|>"is the news of the day? Anything?" "Well, ma'am, I | you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am." "And what,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring ou... | a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said M... | most beholders. A deaf serving-woman and the light porter completed Mrs. Sparsit's empire. The deaf serving-woman was rumoured to be wealthy; and a saying had for years gone about among the lower orders of Coketown, that she would be murdered some night when the Bank was shut, for the sake of her money. It was generall... | that if divulged would bring vague destruction upon vague persons (generally, however, people whom she disliked), were the chief items in her ideal catalogue thereof. For the rest, she knew that after office-hours, she reigned supreme over all the office furniture, and over a locked-up iron room with three locks, again... | the river that was black and thick with dye, some Coketown boys who were at large a rare sight there rowed a crazy boat, which made a spumous track upon the water as it jogged along, while every dip of an oar stirred up vile smells. But the sun itself, however beneficent, generally, was less kind to Coketown than hard ... | and carbines, arrayed in vengeful order above one of the official chimney-pieces; and over that respectable tradition never to be separated from a place of business claiming to be wealthy a row of fire-buckets vessels calculated to be of no physical utility on any occasion, but observed to exercise a fine moral influen... | Hard Times |
"is the news of the day? Anything?" | Mrs. Sparsit | Sparsit, pouring out her tea,<|quote|>"is the news of the day? Anything?"</|quote|>"Well, ma'am, I can't say | ma'am." "And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea,<|quote|>"is the news of the day? Anything?"</|quote|>"Well, ma'am, I can't say that I have heard anything | ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am." "And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea,<|quote|>"is the news of the day? Anything?"<... | of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," re... | light porter completed Mrs. Sparsit's empire. The deaf serving-woman was rumoured to be wealthy; and a saying had for years gone about among the lower orders of Coketown, that she would be murdered some night when the Bank was shut, for the sake of her money. It was generally considered, indeed, that she had been due s... | upon vague persons (generally, however, people whom she disliked), were the chief items in her ideal catalogue thereof. For the rest, she knew that after office-hours, she reigned supreme over all the office furniture, and over a locked-up iron room with three locks, against the door of which strong chamber the light p... | with dye, some Coketown boys who were at large a rare sight there rowed a crazy boat, which made a spumous track upon the water as it jogged along, while every dip of an oar stirred up vile smells. But the sun itself, however beneficent, generally, was less kind to Coketown than hard frost, and rarely looked intently i... | arrayed in vengeful order above one of the official chimney-pieces; and over that respectable tradition never to be separated from a place of business claiming to be wealthy a row of fire-buckets vessels calculated to be of no physical utility on any occasion, but observed to exercise a fine moral influence, almost equ... | Hard Times |
"Well, ma'am, I can't say that I have heard anything particular. Our people are a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately." | Bitzer | news of the day? Anything?"<|quote|>"Well, ma'am, I can't say that I have heard anything particular. Our people are a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately."</|quote|>"What are the restless wretches | out her tea, "is the news of the day? Anything?"<|quote|>"Well, ma'am, I can't say that I have heard anything particular. Our people are a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately."</|quote|>"What are the restless wretches doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. | a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am." "And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea, "is the news of the day? Anything?"<|quote|>"Well, ma'am, I can't say that I have hear... | insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a ... | deaf serving-woman was rumoured to be wealthy; and a saying had for years gone about among the lower orders of Coketown, that she would be murdered some night when the Bank was shut, for the sake of her money. It was generally considered, indeed, that she had been due some time, and ought to have fallen long ago; but s... | she disliked), were the chief items in her ideal catalogue thereof. For the rest, she knew that after office-hours, she reigned supreme over all the office furniture, and over a locked-up iron room with three locks, against the door of which strong chamber the light porter laid his head every night, on a truckle bed, t... | at large a rare sight there rowed a crazy boat, which made a spumous track upon the water as it jogged along, while every dip of an oar stirred up vile smells. But the sun itself, however beneficent, generally, was less kind to Coketown than hard frost, and rarely looked intently into any of its closer regions without ... | Bounderby's house, as other houses were from a size to half-a-dozen sizes smaller; in all other particulars, it was strictly according to pattern. Mrs. Sparsit was conscious that by coming in the evening-tide among the desks and writing implements, she shed a feminine, not to say also aristocratic, grace upon the offic... | Hard Times |
"What are the restless wretches doing now?" | Mrs. Sparsit | that is no news, unfortunately."<|quote|>"What are the restless wretches doing now?"</|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going | a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately."<|quote|>"What are the restless wretches doing now?"</|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going on in the old way, | up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am." "And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea, "is the news of the day? Anything?" "Well, ma'am, I can't say that I have heard anything particular. Our people are a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately."<|quote|>"What are the restless wretches ... | tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is... | be murdered some night when the Bank was shut, for the sake of her money. It was generally considered, indeed, that she had been due some time, and ought to have fallen long ago; but she had kept her life, and her situation, with an ill-conditioned tenacity that occasioned much offence and disappointment. Mrs. Sparsit'... | the office furniture, and over a locked-up iron room with three locks, against the door of which strong chamber the light porter laid his head every night, on a truckle bed, that disappeared at cockcrow. Further, she was lady paramount over certain vaults in the basement, sharply spiked off from communication with the ... | dip of an oar stirred up vile smells. But the sun itself, however beneficent, generally, was less kind to Coketown than hard frost, and rarely looked intently into any of its closer regions without engendering more death than life. So does the eye of Heaven itself become an evil eye, when incapable or sordid hands are ... | feminine, not to say also aristocratic, grace upon the office. Seated, with her needlework or netting apparatus, at the window, she had a self-laudatory sense of correcting, by her ladylike deportment, the rude business aspect of the place. With this impression of her interesting character upon her, Mrs. Sparsit consid... | Hard Times |
asked Mrs. Sparsit. | No speaker | the restless wretches doing now?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"Merely going on in the | no news, unfortunately." "What are the restless wretches doing now?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and | shut up, ma'am." "And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea, "is the news of the day? Anything?" "Well, ma'am, I can't say that I have heard anything particular. Our people are a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately." "What are the restless wretches doing now?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|... | a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am." "And what," said Mrs. Sp... | was shut, for the sake of her money. It was generally considered, indeed, that she had been due some time, and ought to have fallen long ago; but she had kept her life, and her situation, with an ill-conditioned tenacity that occasioned much offence and disappointment. Mrs. Sparsit's tea was just set for her on a pert ... | iron room with three locks, against the door of which strong chamber the light porter laid his head every night, on a truckle bed, that disappeared at cockcrow. Further, she was lady paramount over certain vaults in the basement, sharply spiked off from communication with the predatory world; and over the relics of the... | smells. But the sun itself, however beneficent, generally, was less kind to Coketown than hard frost, and rarely looked intently into any of its closer regions without engendering more death than life. So does the eye of Heaven itself become an evil eye, when incapable or sordid hands are interposed between it and the ... | her ideal catalogue thereof. For the rest, she knew that after office-hours, she reigned supreme over all the office furniture, and over a locked-up iron room with three locks, against the door of which strong chamber the light porter laid his head every night, on a truckle bed, that disappeared at cockcrow. Further, s... | Hard Times |
"Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." | Bitzer | doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another."</|quote|>"It is much to be | "What are the restless wretches doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another."</|quote|>"It is much to be regretted," said Mrs. Sparsit, making | "And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea, "is the news of the day? Anything?" "Well, ma'am, I can't say that I have heard anything particular. Our people are a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately." "What are the restless wretches doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Merely going on in the o... | homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am." "And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, pou... | the sake of her money. It was generally considered, indeed, that she had been due some time, and ought to have fallen long ago; but she had kept her life, and her situation, with an ill-conditioned tenacity that occasioned much offence and disappointment. Mrs. Sparsit's tea was just set for her on a pert little table, ... | three locks, against the door of which strong chamber the light porter laid his head every night, on a truckle bed, that disappeared at cockcrow. Further, she was lady paramount over certain vaults in the basement, sharply spiked off from communication with the predatory world; and over the relics of the current day's ... | sun itself, however beneficent, generally, was less kind to Coketown than hard frost, and rarely looked intently into any of its closer regions without engendering more death than life. So does the eye of Heaven itself become an evil eye, when incapable or sordid hands are interposed between it and the things it looks ... | sharply spiked off from communication with the predatory world; and over the relics of the current day's work, consisting of blots of ink, worn-out pens, fragments of wafers, and scraps of paper torn so small, that nothing interesting could ever be deciphered on them when Mrs. Sparsit tried. Lastly, she was guardian ov... | Hard Times |
"It is much to be regretted," | Mrs. Sparsit | to stand by one another."<|quote|>"It is much to be regretted,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, making her | Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another."<|quote|>"It is much to be regretted,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her | I can't say that I have heard anything particular. Our people are a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately." "What are the restless wretches doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another."<|quote|>"It is much to be regrett... | light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am." "And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea, "is the news of the day? Anything?" "Well, ma'am, I can't say that I have heard anything part... | ought to have fallen long ago; but she had kept her life, and her situation, with an ill-conditioned tenacity that occasioned much offence and disappointment. Mrs. Sparsit's tea was just set for her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company... | a truckle bed, that disappeared at cockcrow. Further, she was lady paramount over certain vaults in the basement, sharply spiked off from communication with the predatory world; and over the relics of the current day's work, consisting of blots of ink, worn-out pens, fragments of wafers, and scraps of paper torn so sma... | any of its closer regions without engendering more death than life. So does the eye of Heaven itself become an evil eye, when incapable or sordid hands are interposed between it and the things it looks upon to bless. Mrs. Sparsit sat in her afternoon apartment at the Bank, on the shadier side of the frying street. Offi... | the window, she had a self-laudatory sense of correcting, by her ladylike deportment, the rude business aspect of the place. With this impression of her interesting character upon her, Mrs. Sparsit considered herself, in some sort, the Bank Fairy. The townspeople who, in their passing and repassing, saw her there, rega... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity, | No speaker | is much to be regretted,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity,</|quote|>"that the united masters allow | stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity,</|quote|>"that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, | heard anything particular. Our people are a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately." "What are the restless wretches doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, ... | in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am." "And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea, "is the news of the day? Anything?" "Well, ma'am, I can't say that I have heard anything particular. Our people are a bad lot,... | but she had kept her life, and her situation, with an ill-conditioned tenacity that occasioned much offence and disappointment. Mrs. Sparsit's tea was just set for her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped,... | cockcrow. Further, she was lady paramount over certain vaults in the basement, sharply spiked off from communication with the predatory world; and over the relics of the current day's work, consisting of blots of ink, worn-out pens, fragments of wafers, and scraps of paper torn so small, that nothing interesting could ... | engendering more death than life. So does the eye of Heaven itself become an evil eye, when incapable or sordid hands are interposed between it and the things it looks upon to bless. Mrs. Sparsit sat in her afternoon apartment at the Bank, on the shadier side of the frying street. Office-hours were over: and at that pe... | interesting character upon her, Mrs. Sparsit considered herself, in some sort, the Bank Fairy. The townspeople who, in their passing and repassing, saw her there, regarded her as the Bank Dragon keeping watch over the treasures of the mine. What those treasures were, Mrs. Sparsit knew as little as they did. Gold and si... | Hard Times |
"that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." | Mrs. Sparsit | the strength of her severity,<|quote|>"that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations."</|quote|>"Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being | her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity,<|quote|>"that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations."</|quote|>"Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being united themselves, they ought one | restless wretches doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted," said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity,<|quote|>"that the united ... | Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am." "And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea, "is the news of the day? Anything?" "Well, ma'am, I can't say that I have heard anything particular. Our people are a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately." "What are the restless wretches doing now?" asked Mrs. Spa... | Mrs. Sparsit's tea was just set for her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a ... | predatory world; and over the relics of the current day's work, consisting of blots of ink, worn-out pens, fragments of wafers, and scraps of paper torn so small, that nothing interesting could ever be deciphered on them when Mrs. Sparsit tried. Lastly, she was guardian over a little armoury of cutlasses and carbines, ... | sordid hands are interposed between it and the things it looks upon to bless. Mrs. Sparsit sat in her afternoon apartment at the Bank, on the shadier side of the frying street. Office-hours were over: and at that period of the day, in warm weather, she usually embellished with her genteel presence, a managerial board-r... | no physical utility on any occasion, but observed to exercise a fine moral influence, almost equal to bullion, on most beholders. A deaf serving-woman and the light porter completed Mrs. Sparsit's empire. The deaf serving-woman was rumoured to be wealthy; and a saying had for years gone about among the lower orders of ... | Hard Times |
"Yes, ma'am," | Bitzer | allow of any such class-combinations."<|quote|>"Yes, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bitzer. "Being united themselves, | severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations."<|quote|>"Yes, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bitzer. "Being united themselves, they ought one and all | on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted," said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations."<|quote|>"Yes, ma'am,"</|q... | said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea, "is the news of the day? Anything?" "Well, ma'am, I can't say that I have heard anything particular. Our people are a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately." "What are the restless wretches doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniti... | a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said M... | day's work, consisting of blots of ink, worn-out pens, fragments of wafers, and scraps of paper torn so small, that nothing interesting could ever be deciphered on them when Mrs. Sparsit tried. Lastly, she was guardian over a little armoury of cutlasses and carbines, arrayed in vengeful order above one of the official ... | it looks upon to bless. Mrs. Sparsit sat in her afternoon apartment at the Bank, on the shadier side of the frying street. Office-hours were over: and at that period of the day, in warm weather, she usually embellished with her genteel presence, a managerial board-room over the public office. Her own private sitting-ro... | the official chimney-pieces; and over that respectable tradition never to be separated from a place of business claiming to be wealthy a row of fire-buckets vessels calculated to be of no physical utility on any occasion, but observed to exercise a fine moral influence, almost equal to bullion, on most beholders. A dea... | Hard Times |
said Bitzer. | No speaker | any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bitzer.</|quote|>"Being united themselves, they ought | the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bitzer.</|quote|>"Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set | the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted," said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bitz... | Sparsit, pouring out her tea, "is the news of the day? Anything?" "Well, ma'am, I can't say that I have heard anything particular. Our people are a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately." "What are the restless wretches doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and le... | little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Spa... | consisting of blots of ink, worn-out pens, fragments of wafers, and scraps of paper torn so small, that nothing interesting could ever be deciphered on them when Mrs. Sparsit tried. Lastly, she was guardian over a little armoury of cutlasses and carbines, arrayed in vengeful order above one of the official chimney-piec... | upon to bless. Mrs. Sparsit sat in her afternoon apartment at the Bank, on the shadier side of the frying street. Office-hours were over: and at that period of the day, in warm weather, she usually embellished with her genteel presence, a managerial board-room over the public office. Her own private sitting-room was a ... | night, on a truckle bed, that disappeared at cockcrow. Further, she was lady paramount over certain vaults in the basement, sharply spiked off from communication with the predatory world; and over the relics of the current day's work, consisting of blots of ink, worn-out pens, fragments of wafers, and scraps of paper t... | Hard Times |
"Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man," | Mrs. Sparsit | class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer.<|quote|>"Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have | masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer.<|quote|>"Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer; | way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted," said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer.<|quote|>"Bei... | out her tea, "is the news of the day? Anything?" "Well, ma'am, I can't say that I have heard anything particular. Our people are a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately." "What are the restless wretches doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engag... | with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _... | blots of ink, worn-out pens, fragments of wafers, and scraps of paper torn so small, that nothing interesting could ever be deciphered on them when Mrs. Sparsit tried. Lastly, she was guardian over a little armoury of cutlasses and carbines, arrayed in vengeful order above one of the official chimney-pieces; and over t... | bless. Mrs. Sparsit sat in her afternoon apartment at the Bank, on the shadier side of the frying street. Office-hours were over: and at that period of the day, in warm weather, she usually embellished with her genteel presence, a managerial board-room over the public office. Her own private sitting-room was a story hi... | to be separated from a place of business claiming to be wealthy a row of fire-buckets vessels calculated to be of no physical utility on any occasion, but observed to exercise a fine moral influence, almost equal to bullion, on most beholders. A deaf serving-woman and the light porter completed Mrs. Sparsit's empire. T... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit. | No speaker | united with any other man,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"They have done that, ma'am," | employing any man who is united with any other man,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"They have done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer; "but it rather | nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man,"<|quote|>said Mrs.... | are a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately." "What are the restless wretches doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted," said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows mo... | bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number... | them when Mrs. Sparsit tried. Lastly, she was guardian over a little armoury of cutlasses and carbines, arrayed in vengeful order above one of the official chimney-pieces; and over that respectable tradition never to be separated from a place of business claiming to be wealthy a row of fire-buckets vessels calculated t... | at that period of the day, in warm weather, she usually embellished with her genteel presence, a managerial board-room over the public office. Her own private sitting-room was a story higher, at the window of which post of observation she was ready, every morning, to greet Mr. Bounderby, as he came across the road, wit... | with the predatory world; and over the relics of the current day's work, consisting of blots of ink, worn-out pens, fragments of wafers, and scraps of paper torn so small, that nothing interesting could ever be deciphered on them when Mrs. Sparsit tried. Lastly, she was guardian over a little armoury of cutlasses and c... | Hard Times |
"They have done that, ma'am," | Bitzer | other man," said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"They have done that, ma'am,"</|quote|>returned Bitzer; "but it rather | who is united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"They have done that, ma'am,"</|quote|>returned Bitzer; "but it rather fell through, ma'am." "I do | and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"They ... | lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately." "What are the restless wretches doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted," said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriola... | of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shu... | Sparsit tried. Lastly, she was guardian over a little armoury of cutlasses and carbines, arrayed in vengeful order above one of the official chimney-pieces; and over that respectable tradition never to be separated from a place of business claiming to be wealthy a row of fire-buckets vessels calculated to be of no phys... | of the day, in warm weather, she usually embellished with her genteel presence, a managerial board-room over the public office. Her own private sitting-room was a story higher, at the window of which post of observation she was ready, every morning, to greet Mr. Bounderby, as he came across the road, with the sympathiz... | supreme over all the office furniture, and over a locked-up iron room with three locks, against the door of which strong chamber the light porter laid his head every night, on a truckle bed, that disappeared at cockcrow. Further, she was lady paramount over certain vaults in the basement, sharply spiked off from commun... | Hard Times |
returned Bitzer; | No speaker | "They have done that, ma'am,"<|quote|>returned Bitzer;</|quote|>"but it rather fell through, | other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am,"<|quote|>returned Bitzer;</|quote|>"but it rather fell through, ma'am." "I do not pretend | in the strength of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am,"<|quote|>returned B... | no news, unfortunately." "What are the restless wretches doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted," said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of ... | porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs... | guardian over a little armoury of cutlasses and carbines, arrayed in vengeful order above one of the official chimney-pieces; and over that respectable tradition never to be separated from a place of business claiming to be wealthy a row of fire-buckets vessels calculated to be of no physical utility on any occasion, b... | weather, she usually embellished with her genteel presence, a managerial board-room over the public office. Her own private sitting-room was a story higher, at the window of which post of observation she was ready, every morning, to greet Mr. Bounderby, as he came across the road, with the sympathizing recognition appr... | the rest, she knew that after office-hours, she reigned supreme over all the office furniture, and over a locked-up iron room with three locks, against the door of which strong chamber the light porter laid his head every night, on a truckle bed, that disappeared at cockcrow. Further, she was lady paramount over certai... | Hard Times |
"but it rather fell through, ma'am." | Bitzer | done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer;<|quote|>"but it rather fell through, ma'am."</|quote|>"I do not pretend to | said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer;<|quote|>"but it rather fell through, ma'am."</|quote|>"I do not pretend to understand these things," said Mrs. | strength of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer;<|quote|>... | unfortunately." "What are the restless wretches doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted," said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her sever... | the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "Al... | a little armoury of cutlasses and carbines, arrayed in vengeful order above one of the official chimney-pieces; and over that respectable tradition never to be separated from a place of business claiming to be wealthy a row of fire-buckets vessels calculated to be of no physical utility on any occasion, but observed to... | usually embellished with her genteel presence, a managerial board-room over the public office. Her own private sitting-room was a story higher, at the window of which post of observation she was ready, every morning, to greet Mr. Bounderby, as he came across the road, with the sympathizing recognition appropriate to a ... | she would be murdered some night when the Bank was shut, for the sake of her money. It was generally considered, indeed, that she had been due some time, and ought to have fallen long ago; but she had kept her life, and her situation, with an ill-conditioned tenacity that occasioned much offence and disappointment. Mrs... | Hard Times |
"I do not pretend to understand these things," | Mrs. Sparsit | it rather fell through, ma'am."<|quote|>"I do not pretend to understand these things,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, with dignity, | that, ma'am," returned Bitzer; "but it rather fell through, ma'am."<|quote|>"I do not pretend to understand these things,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, with dignity, "my lot having been signally | united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer; "but it rather fell through, ma'am."<|quote|... | doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted," said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such ... | forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am." "And what," ... | carbines, arrayed in vengeful order above one of the official chimney-pieces; and over that respectable tradition never to be separated from a place of business claiming to be wealthy a row of fire-buckets vessels calculated to be of no physical utility on any occasion, but observed to exercise a fine moral influence, ... | a managerial board-room over the public office. Her own private sitting-room was a story higher, at the window of which post of observation she was ready, every morning, to greet Mr. Bounderby, as he came across the road, with the sympathizing recognition appropriate to a Victim. He had been married now a year; and Mrs... | they did. Gold and silver coin, precious paper, secrets that if divulged would bring vague destruction upon vague persons (generally, however, people whom she disliked), were the chief items in her ideal catalogue thereof. For the rest, she knew that after office-hours, she reigned supreme over all the office furniture... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, with dignity, | No speaker | pretend to understand these things,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, with dignity,</|quote|>"my lot having been signally | through, ma'am." "I do not pretend to understand these things,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, with dignity,</|quote|>"my lot having been signally cast in a widely different | ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer; "but it rather fell through, ma'am." "I do not pretend to understand these things,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sp... | in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted," said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "... | Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am." "And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea, "i... | the official chimney-pieces; and over that respectable tradition never to be separated from a place of business claiming to be wealthy a row of fire-buckets vessels calculated to be of no physical utility on any occasion, but observed to exercise a fine moral influence, almost equal to bullion, on most beholders. A dea... | own private sitting-room was a story higher, at the window of which post of observation she was ready, every morning, to greet Mr. Bounderby, as he came across the road, with the sympathizing recognition appropriate to a Victim. He had been married now a year; and Mrs. Sparsit had never released him from her determined... | upon vague persons (generally, however, people whom she disliked), were the chief items in her ideal catalogue thereof. For the rest, she knew that after office-hours, she reigned supreme over all the office furniture, and over a locked-up iron room with three locks, against the door of which strong chamber the light p... | Hard Times |
"my lot having been signally cast in a widely different sphere; and Mr. Sparsit, as a Powler, being also quite out of the pale of any such dissensions. I only know that these people must be conquered, and that it's high time it was done, once for all." | Mrs. Sparsit | said Mrs. Sparsit, with dignity,<|quote|>"my lot having been signally cast in a widely different sphere; and Mr. Sparsit, as a Powler, being also quite out of the pale of any such dissensions. I only know that these people must be conquered, and that it's high time it was done, once for all."</|quote|>"Yes, ma'am," ret... | pretend to understand these things," said Mrs. Sparsit, with dignity,<|quote|>"my lot having been signally cast in a widely different sphere; and Mr. Sparsit, as a Powler, being also quite out of the pale of any such dissensions. I only know that these people must be conquered, and that it's high time it was done, once... | themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer; "but it rather fell through, ma'am." "I do not pretend to understand these things," said Mrs. Sparsit, with dignity,<|quote|>"my lot having... | Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted," said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being united themselves... | _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am." "And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea, "is the news of the day? Anything?" "... | that respectable tradition never to be separated from a place of business claiming to be wealthy a row of fire-buckets vessels calculated to be of no physical utility on any occasion, but observed to exercise a fine moral influence, almost equal to bullion, on most beholders. A deaf serving-woman and the light porter c... | story higher, at the window of which post of observation she was ready, every morning, to greet Mr. Bounderby, as he came across the road, with the sympathizing recognition appropriate to a Victim. He had been married now a year; and Mrs. Sparsit had never released him from her determined pity a moment. The Bank offere... | armoury of cutlasses and carbines, arrayed in vengeful order above one of the official chimney-pieces; and over that respectable tradition never to be separated from a place of business claiming to be wealthy a row of fire-buckets vessels calculated to be of no physical utility on any occasion, but observed to exercise... | Hard Times |
"Yes, ma'am," | Bitzer | was done, once for all."<|quote|>"Yes, ma'am,"</|quote|>returned Bitzer, with a demonstration | that it's high time it was done, once for all."<|quote|>"Yes, ma'am,"</|quote|>returned Bitzer, with a demonstration of great respect for Mrs. | with dignity, "my lot having been signally cast in a widely different sphere; and Mr. Sparsit, as a Powler, being also quite out of the pale of any such dissensions. I only know that these people must be conquered, and that it's high time it was done, once for all."<|quote|>"Yes, ma'am,"</|quote|>returned Bitzer, with ... | "Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer; "but it rather fell through, ma'am." "I do not pretend to understand these things," said Mrs. Sparsit, with dignity, "my lot ... | out her tea, "is the news of the day? Anything?" "Well, ma'am, I can't say that I have heard anything particular. Our people are a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately." "What are the restless wretches doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engag... | serving-woman and the light porter completed Mrs. Sparsit's empire. The deaf serving-woman was rumoured to be wealthy; and a saying had for years gone about among the lower orders of Coketown, that she would be murdered some night when the Bank was shut, for the sake of her money. It was generally considered, indeed, t... | her determined pity a moment. The Bank offered no violence to the wholesome monotony of the town. It was another red brick house, with black outside shutters, green inside blinds, a black street-door up two white steps, a brazen door-plate, and a brazen door-handle full stop. It was a size larger than Mr. Bounderby's h... | were the chief items in her ideal catalogue thereof. For the rest, she knew that after office-hours, she reigned supreme over all the office furniture, and over a locked-up iron room with three locks, against the door of which strong chamber the light porter laid his head every night, on a truckle bed, that disappeared... | Hard Times |
returned Bitzer, with a demonstration of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority. | No speaker | once for all." "Yes, ma'am,"<|quote|>returned Bitzer, with a demonstration of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority.</|quote|>"You couldn't put it clearer, | high time it was done, once for all." "Yes, ma'am,"<|quote|>returned Bitzer, with a demonstration of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority.</|quote|>"You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am." As | "my lot having been signally cast in a widely different sphere; and Mr. Sparsit, as a Powler, being also quite out of the pale of any such dissensions. I only know that these people must be conquered, and that it's high time it was done, once for all." "Yes, ma'am,"<|quote|>returned Bitzer, with a demonstration of grea... | themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer; "but it rather fell through, ma'am." "I do not pretend to understand these things," said Mrs. Sparsit, with dignity, "my lot having been si... | tea, "is the news of the day? Anything?" "Well, ma'am, I can't say that I have heard anything particular. Our people are a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately." "What are the restless wretches doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to s... | the light porter completed Mrs. Sparsit's empire. The deaf serving-woman was rumoured to be wealthy; and a saying had for years gone about among the lower orders of Coketown, that she would be murdered some night when the Bank was shut, for the sake of her money. It was generally considered, indeed, that she had been d... | pity a moment. The Bank offered no violence to the wholesome monotony of the town. It was another red brick house, with black outside shutters, green inside blinds, a black street-door up two white steps, a brazen door-plate, and a brazen door-handle full stop. It was a size larger than Mr. Bounderby's house, as other ... | that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl n... | Hard Times |
"You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am." | Bitzer | for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority.<|quote|>"You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am."</|quote|>As this was his usual | a demonstration of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority.<|quote|>"You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am."</|quote|>As this was his usual hour for having a little | Sparsit, as a Powler, being also quite out of the pale of any such dissensions. I only know that these people must be conquered, and that it's high time it was done, once for all." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, with a demonstration of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority.<|quote|>"You couldn't put it cl... | man who is united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer; "but it rather fell through, ma'am." "I do not pretend to understand these things," said Mrs. Sparsit, with dignity, "my lot having been signally cast in a widely different sphere; and Mr. Sparsit, as a Powler, bein... | that I have heard anything particular. Our people are a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately." "What are the restless wretches doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted," said Mrs. Spars... | be wealthy; and a saying had for years gone about among the lower orders of Coketown, that she would be murdered some night when the Bank was shut, for the sake of her money. It was generally considered, indeed, that she had been due some time, and ought to have fallen long ago; but she had kept her life, and her situa... | the town. It was another red brick house, with black outside shutters, green inside blinds, a black street-door up two white steps, a brazen door-plate, and a brazen door-handle full stop. It was a size larger than Mr. Bounderby's house, as other houses were from a size to half-a-dozen sizes smaller; in all other parti... | in the basement, sharply spiked off from communication with the predatory world; and over the relics of the current day's work, consisting of blots of ink, worn-out pens, fragments of wafers, and scraps of paper torn so small, that nothing interesting could ever be deciphered on them when Mrs. Sparsit tried. Lastly, sh... | Hard Times |
As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down int... | No speaker | clearer, I am sure, ma'am."<|quote|>As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glanci... | authority. "You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am."<|quote|>As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that l... | the pale of any such dissensions. I only know that these people must be conquered, and that it's high time it was done, once for all." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, with a demonstration of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority. "You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am."<|quote|>As this was his usua... | Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer; "but it rather fell through, ma'am." "I do not pretend to understand these things," said Mrs. Sparsit, with dignity, "my lot having been signally cast in a widely different sphere; and Mr. Sparsit, as a Powler, being also quite out of the pale of any such dis... | a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately." "What are the restless wretches doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted," said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more C... | about among the lower orders of Coketown, that she would be murdered some night when the Bank was shut, for the sake of her money. It was generally considered, indeed, that she had been due some time, and ought to have fallen long ago; but she had kept her life, and her situation, with an ill-conditioned tenacity that ... | black outside shutters, green inside blinds, a black street-door up two white steps, a brazen door-plate, and a brazen door-handle full stop. It was a size larger than Mr. Bounderby's house, as other houses were from a size to half-a-dozen sizes smaller; in all other particulars, it was strictly according to pattern. M... | was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am." "And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea, "is the news of the day? Anything?" "Well, ma'am, I can't say that I have heard an... | Hard Times |
"Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" | Mrs. Sparsit | window, down into the street.<|quote|>"Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?"</|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a | tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street.<|quote|>"Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?"</|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a very busy day, my lady. | with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street.<|quote|>"Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?"</|quote|>... | must be conquered, and that it's high time it was done, once for all." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, with a demonstration of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority. "You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am." As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as h... | severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer; "but it rather fell thro... | disappointment. Mrs. Sparsit's tea was just set for her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling hi... | among the desks and writing implements, she shed a feminine, not to say also aristocratic, grace upon the office. Seated, with her needlework or netting apparatus, at the window, she had a self-laudatory sense of correcting, by her ladylike deportment, the rude business aspect of the place. With this impression of her ... | tea was just set for her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage.... | Hard Times |
asked Mrs. Sparsit. | No speaker | been a busy day, Bitzer?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"Not a very busy day, | into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"Not a very busy day, my lady. About an average | already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"Not a very b... | time it was done, once for all." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, with a demonstration of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority. "You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am." As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen ... | any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer; "but it rather fell through, ma'am." "I do not pretend to understand... | for her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitz... | shed a feminine, not to say also aristocratic, grace upon the office. Seated, with her needlework or netting apparatus, at the window, she had a self-laudatory sense of correcting, by her ladylike deportment, the rude business aspect of the place. With this impression of her interesting character upon her, Mrs. Sparsit... | situation, with an ill-conditioned tenacity that occasioned much offence and disappointment. Mrs. Sparsit's tea was just set for her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the... | Hard Times |
"Not a very busy day, my lady. About an average day." | Bitzer | day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Not a very busy day, my lady. About an average day."</|quote|>He now and then slided | "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Not a very busy day, my lady. About an average day."</|quote|>He now and then slided into my lady, instead of | eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Not a very busy day, my lady. About an a... | done, once for all." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, with a demonstration of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority. "You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am." As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was... | "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer; "but it rather fell through, ma'am." "I do not pretend to understand these things," said Mrs. Spar... | a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said M... | not to say also aristocratic, grace upon the office. Seated, with her needlework or netting apparatus, at the window, she had a self-laudatory sense of correcting, by her ladylike deportment, the rude business aspect of the place. With this impression of her interesting character upon her, Mrs. Sparsit considered herse... | defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am." "And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea, "is the news of the day? Anything?" "Well, ma'am, I can't say that I have heard anything particular. Our people are a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, un... | Hard Times |
He now and then slided into my lady, instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity and claims to reverence. | No speaker | lady. About an average day."<|quote|>He now and then slided into my lady, instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity and claims to reverence.</|quote|>"The clerks," said Mrs. Sparsit, | a very busy day, my lady. About an average day."<|quote|>He now and then slided into my lady, instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity and claims to reverence.</|quote|>"The clerks," said Mrs. Sparsit, carefully brushing an imperceptible crumb | he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a very busy day, my lady. About an average day."<|quote|>He now and then slided into my lady, inst... | of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority. "You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am." As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, ... | all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer; "but it rather fell through, ma'am." "I do not pretend to understand these things," said Mrs. Sparsit, with dignity, "my lot having been signally cast in a widely differe... | attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the lig... | her needlework or netting apparatus, at the window, she had a self-laudatory sense of correcting, by her ladylike deportment, the rude business aspect of the place. With this impression of her interesting character upon her, Mrs. Sparsit considered herself, in some sort, the Bank Fairy. The townspeople who, in their pa... | and over that respectable tradition never to be separated from a place of business claiming to be wealthy a row of fire-buckets vessels calculated to be of no physical utility on any occasion, but observed to exercise a fine moral influence, almost equal to bullion, on most beholders. A deaf serving-woman and the light... | Hard Times |
"The clerks," | Mrs. Sparsit | dignity and claims to reverence.<|quote|>"The clerks,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, carefully brushing | acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity and claims to reverence.<|quote|>"The clerks,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, carefully brushing an imperceptible crumb of bread | window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a very busy day, my lady. About an average day." He now and then slided into my lady, instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity and claims to reverence.<|quote|>"The clerks,"</|quote|>sai... | having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a bu... | returned Bitzer; "but it rather fell through, ma'am." "I do not pretend to understand these things," said Mrs. Sparsit, with dignity, "my lot having been signally cast in a widely different sphere; and Mr. Sparsit, as a Powler, being also quite out of the pale of any such dissensions. I only know that these people must... | porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs... | the place. With this impression of her interesting character upon her, Mrs. Sparsit considered herself, in some sort, the Bank Fairy. The townspeople who, in their passing and repassing, saw her there, regarded her as the Bank Dragon keeping watch over the treasures of the mine. What those treasures were, Mrs. Sparsit ... | but she had kept her life, and her situation, with an ill-conditioned tenacity that occasioned much offence and disappointment. Mrs. Sparsit's tea was just set for her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped,... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, carefully brushing an imperceptible crumb of bread and butter from her left-hand mitten, | No speaker | claims to reverence. "The clerks,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, carefully brushing an imperceptible crumb of bread and butter from her left-hand mitten,</|quote|>"are trustworthy, punctual, and industrious, | Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity and claims to reverence. "The clerks,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, carefully brushing an imperceptible crumb of bread and butter from her left-hand mitten,</|quote|>"are trustworthy, punctual, and industrious, of course?" "Yes, ma'am, pretty | into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a very busy day, my lady. About an average day." He now and then slided into my lady, instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity and claims to reverence. "The clerks,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, carefu... | little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, B... | "but it rather fell through, ma'am." "I do not pretend to understand these things," said Mrs. Sparsit, with dignity, "my lot having been signally cast in a widely different sphere; and Mr. Sparsit, as a Powler, being also quite out of the pale of any such dissensions. I only know that these people must be conquered, an... | the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "Al... | With this impression of her interesting character upon her, Mrs. Sparsit considered herself, in some sort, the Bank Fairy. The townspeople who, in their passing and repassing, saw her there, regarded her as the Bank Dragon keeping watch over the treasures of the mine. What those treasures were, Mrs. Sparsit knew as lit... | the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am." "And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea, "is the news of the day? Anything?" "Well, ma'am, I can't say... | Hard Times |
"are trustworthy, punctual, and industrious, of course?" | Mrs. Sparsit | butter from her left-hand mitten,<|quote|>"are trustworthy, punctual, and industrious, of course?"</|quote|>"Yes, ma'am, pretty fair, ma'am. | imperceptible crumb of bread and butter from her left-hand mitten,<|quote|>"are trustworthy, punctual, and industrious, of course?"</|quote|>"Yes, ma'am, pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception." He | busy day, my lady. About an average day." He now and then slided into my lady, instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity and claims to reverence. "The clerks," said Mrs. Sparsit, carefully brushing an imperceptible crumb of bread and butter from her left-hand mitten,<|quote|>... | that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a very busy day, my lady. About an average day." He now a... | Sparsit, with dignity, "my lot having been signally cast in a widely different sphere; and Mr. Sparsit, as a Powler, being also quite out of the pale of any such dissensions. I only know that these people must be conquered, and that it's high time it was done, once for all." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, with a demons... | Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am." "And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea, "is the news of ... | the Bank Fairy. The townspeople who, in their passing and repassing, saw her there, regarded her as the Bank Dragon keeping watch over the treasures of the mine. What those treasures were, Mrs. Sparsit knew as little as they did. Gold and silver coin, precious paper, secrets that if divulged would bring vague destructi... | of business claiming to be wealthy a row of fire-buckets vessels calculated to be of no physical utility on any occasion, but observed to exercise a fine moral influence, almost equal to bullion, on most beholders. A deaf serving-woman and the light porter completed Mrs. Sparsit's empire. The deaf serving-woman was rum... | Hard Times |
"Yes, ma'am, pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception." | Bitzer | punctual, and industrious, of course?"<|quote|>"Yes, ma'am, pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception."</|quote|>He held the respectable office | her left-hand mitten, "are trustworthy, punctual, and industrious, of course?"<|quote|>"Yes, ma'am, pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception."</|quote|>He held the respectable office of general spy and informer | day." He now and then slided into my lady, instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity and claims to reverence. "The clerks," said Mrs. Sparsit, carefully brushing an imperceptible crumb of bread and butter from her left-hand mitten, "are trustworthy, punctual, and industrious,... | something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a very busy day, my lady. About an average day." He now and then slided into my lady, i... | signally cast in a widely different sphere; and Mr. Sparsit, as a Powler, being also quite out of the pale of any such dissensions. I only know that these people must be conquered, and that it's high time it was done, once for all." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, with a demonstration of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's... | light porter. He was a very light porter indeed; as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am." "And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea, "is the news of the day? Anything?" "Well, ma'am, I can't say tha... | their passing and repassing, saw her there, regarded her as the Bank Dragon keeping watch over the treasures of the mine. What those treasures were, Mrs. Sparsit knew as little as they did. Gold and silver coin, precious paper, secrets that if divulged would bring vague destruction upon vague persons (generally, howeve... | she had kept her life, and her situation, with an ill-conditioned tenacity that occasioned much offence and disappointment. Mrs. Sparsit's tea was just set for her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, lon... | Hard Times |
He held the respectable office of general spy and informer in the establishment, for which volunteer service he received a present at Christmas, over and above his weekly wage. He had grown into an extremely clear-headed, cautious, prudent young man, who was safe to rise in the world. His mind was so exactly regulated,... | No speaker | ma'am. With the usual exception."<|quote|>He held the respectable office of general spy and informer in the establishment, for which volunteer service he received a present at Christmas, over and above his weekly wage. He had grown into an extremely clear-headed, cautious, prudent young man, who was safe to rise in the... | course?" "Yes, ma'am, pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception."<|quote|>He held the respectable office of general spy and informer in the establishment, for which volunteer service he received a present at Christmas, over and above his weekly wage. He had grown into an extremely clear-headed, cautious, prudent you... | instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity and claims to reverence. "The clerks," said Mrs. Sparsit, carefully brushing an imperceptible crumb of bread and butter from her left-hand mitten, "are trustworthy, punctual, and industrious, of course?" "Yes, ma'am, pretty fair, ma'a... | inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a very busy day, my lady. About an average day." He now and then slided into my lady, instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mr... | Sparsit, as a Powler, being also quite out of the pale of any such dissensions. I only know that these people must be conquered, and that it's high time it was done, once for all." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, with a demonstration of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority. "You couldn't put it clearer, I... | as light as in the days when he blinkingly defined a horse, for girl number twenty. "All is shut up, Bitzer?" said Mrs. Sparsit. "All is shut up, ma'am." "And what," said Mrs. Sparsit, pouring out her tea, "is the news of the day? Anything?" "Well, ma'am, I can't say that I have heard anything particular. Our people ar... | as the Bank Dragon keeping watch over the treasures of the mine. What those treasures were, Mrs. Sparsit knew as little as they did. Gold and silver coin, precious paper, secrets that if divulged would bring vague destruction upon vague persons (generally, however, people whom she disliked), were the chief items in her... | have fallen long ago; but she had kept her life, and her situation, with an ill-conditioned tenacity that occasioned much offence and disappointment. Mrs. Sparsit's tea was just set for her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the s... | Hard Times |
"Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," | Bitzer | man's duty, but the whole.<|quote|>"Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am,"</|quote|>repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said | man not a part of man's duty, but the whole.<|quote|>"Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am,"</|quote|>repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head | have been to buy it for as little as he could possibly give, and sell it for as much as he could possibly get; it having been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's duty, but the whole.<|quote|>"Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am,"</|quot... | shut up in the workhouse ever since. It must be admitted that he allowed her half a pound of tea a year, which was weak in him: first, because all gifts have an inevitable tendency to pauperise the recipient, and secondly, because his only reasonable transaction in that commodity would have been to buy it for as little... | safe to rise in the world. His mind was so exactly regulated, that he had no affections or passions. All his proceedings were the result of the nicest and coldest calculation; and it was not without cause that Mrs. Sparsit habitually observed of him, that he was a young man of the steadiest principle she had ever known... | of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority. "You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am." As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, ... | Sparsit's empire. The deaf serving-woman was rumoured to be wealthy; and a saying had for years gone about among the lower orders of Coketown, that she would be murdered some night when the Bank was shut, for the sake of her money. It was generally considered, indeed, that she had been due some time, and ought to have ... | it clearer, I am sure, ma'am." As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing th... | Hard Times |
repeated Bitzer. | No speaker | With the usual exception, ma'am,"<|quote|>repeated Bitzer.</|quote|>"Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, | the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am,"<|quote|>repeated Bitzer.</|quote|>"Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her | as he could possibly give, and sell it for as much as he could possibly get; it having been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am,"<|quote|>repeated Bitzer.</|quote|>"Ah h!" said M... | must be admitted that he allowed her half a pound of tea a year, which was weak in him: first, because all gifts have an inevitable tendency to pauperise the recipient, and secondly, because his only reasonable transaction in that commodity would have been to buy it for as little as he could possibly give, and sell it ... | was so exactly regulated, that he had no affections or passions. All his proceedings were the result of the nicest and coldest calculation; and it was not without cause that Mrs. Sparsit habitually observed of him, that he was a young man of the steadiest principle she had ever known. Having satisfied himself, on his f... | "You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am." As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with he... | be wealthy; and a saying had for years gone about among the lower orders of Coketown, that she would be murdered some night when the Bank was shut, for the sake of her money. It was generally considered, indeed, that she had been due some time, and ought to have fallen long ago; but she had kept her life, and her situa... | was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the st... | Hard Times |
"Ah h!" | Mrs. Sparsit | usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer.<|quote|>"Ah h!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her | "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer.<|quote|>"Ah h!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and | could possibly give, and sell it for as much as he could possibly get; it having been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer.<|quote|>"Ah h!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sp... | admitted that he allowed her half a pound of tea a year, which was weak in him: first, because all gifts have an inevitable tendency to pauperise the recipient, and secondly, because his only reasonable transaction in that commodity would have been to buy it for as little as he could possibly give, and sell it for as m... | exactly regulated, that he had no affections or passions. All his proceedings were the result of the nicest and coldest calculation; and it was not without cause that Mrs. Sparsit habitually observed of him, that he was a young man of the steadiest principle she had ever known. Having satisfied himself, on his father's... | put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am." As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancin... | and a saying had for years gone about among the lower orders of Coketown, that she would be murdered some night when the Bank was shut, for the sake of her money. It was generally considered, indeed, that she had been due some time, and ought to have fallen long ago; but she had kept her life, and her situation, with a... | punctual, and industrious, of course?" "Yes, ma'am, pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception." He held the respectable office of general spy and informer in the establishment, for which volunteer service he received a present at Christmas, over and above his weekly wage. He had grown into an extremely clear-headed,... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. | No speaker | ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp.</|quote|>"Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt | ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp.</|quote|>"Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, | give, and sell it for as much as he could possibly get; it having been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head ... | he allowed her half a pound of tea a year, which was weak in him: first, because all gifts have an inevitable tendency to pauperise the recipient, and secondly, because his only reasonable transaction in that commodity would have been to buy it for as little as he could possibly give, and sell it for as much as he coul... | that he had no affections or passions. All his proceedings were the result of the nicest and coldest calculation; and it was not without cause that Mrs. Sparsit habitually observed of him, that he was a young man of the steadiest principle she had ever known. Having satisfied himself, on his father's death, that his mo... | clearer, I am sure, ma'am." As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing throu... | saying had for years gone about among the lower orders of Coketown, that she would be murdered some night when the Bank was shut, for the sake of her money. It was generally considered, indeed, that she had been due some time, and ought to have fallen long ago; but she had kept her life, and her situation, with an ill-... | and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have don... | Hard Times |
"Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." | Bitzer | and taking a long gulp.<|quote|>"Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all."</|quote|>"Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in | her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp.<|quote|>"Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all."</|quote|>"Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do | been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp.<|quote|>"Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I do... | him: first, because all gifts have an inevitable tendency to pauperise the recipient, and secondly, because his only reasonable transaction in that commodity would have been to buy it for as little as he could possibly give, and sell it for as much as he could possibly get; it having been clearly ascertained by philoso... | the nicest and coldest calculation; and it was not without cause that Mrs. Sparsit habitually observed of him, that he was a young man of the steadiest principle she had ever known. Having satisfied himself, on his father's death, that his mother had a right of settlement in Coketown, this excellent young economist had... | little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, B... | would be murdered some night when the Bank was shut, for the sake of her money. It was generally considered, indeed, that she had been due some time, and ought to have fallen long ago; but she had kept her life, and her situation, with an ill-conditioned tenacity that occasioned much offence and disappointment. Mrs. Sp... | Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity and claims to reverence. "The clerks," said Mrs. Sparsit, carefully brushing an imperceptible crumb of bread and butter from her left-hand mitten, "are trustworthy, punctual, and industrious, of course?" "Yes, ma'am, pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception." He held the respectable ... | Hard Times |
"Bitzer," | Mrs. Sparsit | like his ways at all."<|quote|>"Bitzer,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, in a | very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all."<|quote|>"Bitzer,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you | part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all."<|quote|>"Bitzer,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sp... | only reasonable transaction in that commodity would have been to buy it for as little as he could possibly give, and sell it for as much as he could possibly get; it having been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'... | him, that he was a young man of the steadiest principle she had ever known. Having satisfied himself, on his father's death, that his mother had a right of settlement in Coketown, this excellent young economist had asserted that right for her with such a steadfast adherence to the principle of the case, that she had be... | she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a very busy day, my lady. About an average day." He now and th... | was generally considered, indeed, that she had been due some time, and ought to have fallen long ago; but she had kept her life, and her situation, with an ill-conditioned tenacity that occasioned much offence and disappointment. Mrs. Sparsit's tea was just set for her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in... | ma'am," returned Bitzer, with a demonstration of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority. "You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am." As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, | No speaker | his ways at all." "Bitzer,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner,</|quote|>"do you recollect my having | much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner,</|quote|>"do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting | of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, in a ve... | reasonable transaction in that commodity would have been to buy it for as little as he could possibly give, and sell it for as much as he could possibly get; it having been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. W... | that he was a young man of the steadiest principle she had ever known. Having satisfied himself, on his father's death, that his mother had a right of settlement in Coketown, this excellent young economist had asserted that right for her with such a steadfast adherence to the principle of the case, that she had been sh... | was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a very busy day, my lady. About an average day." He now and then s... | generally considered, indeed, that she had been due some time, and ought to have fallen long ago; but she had kept her life, and her situation, with an ill-conditioned tenacity that occasioned much offence and disappointment. Mrs. Sparsit's tea was just set for her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an ... | day, my lady. About an average day." He now and then slided into my lady, instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity and claims to reverence. "The clerks," said Mrs. Sparsit, carefully brushing an imperceptible crumb of bread and butter from her left-hand mitten, "are trustwor... | Hard Times |
"do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" | Mrs. Sparsit | in a very impressive manner,<|quote|>"do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?"</|quote|>"I beg your pardon, ma'am. | all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner,<|quote|>"do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?"</|quote|>"I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you | ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner,<|quote|>"do you recollect my h... | to buy it for as little as he could possibly give, and sell it for as much as he could possibly get; it having been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!"... | steadiest principle she had ever known. Having satisfied himself, on his father's death, that his mother had a right of settlement in Coketown, this excellent young economist had asserted that right for her with such a steadfast adherence to the principle of the case, that she had been shut up in the workhouse ever sin... | a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a very busy day, my lady. About an average day." He now and then slided into my lady, instead of ma'am, as... | some time, and ought to have fallen long ago; but she had kept her life, and her situation, with an ill-conditioned tenacity that occasioned much offence and disappointment. Mrs. Sparsit's tea was just set for her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, i... | had grown into an extremely clear-headed, cautious, prudent young man, who was safe to rise in the world. His mind was so exactly regulated, that he had no affections or passions. All his proceedings were the result of the nicest and coldest calculation; and it was not without cause that Mrs. Sparsit habitually observe... | Hard Times |
"I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." | Bitzer | anything to you respecting names?"<|quote|>"I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided."</|quote|>"Please to remember that I | you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?"<|quote|>"I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided."</|quote|>"Please to remember that I have a charge here," said | Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?"<|quote|>"I beg your pardon, ma'am... | and sell it for as much as he could possibly get; it having been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-c... | father's death, that his mother had a right of settlement in Coketown, this excellent young economist had asserted that right for her with such a steadfast adherence to the principle of the case, that she had been shut up in the workhouse ever since. It must be admitted that he allowed her half a pound of tea a year, w... | that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a very busy day, my lady. About an average day." He now and then slided into my lady, instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity a... | had kept her life, and her situation, with an ill-conditioned tenacity that occasioned much offence and disappointment. Mrs. Sparsit's tea was just set for her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long bo... | all." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, with a demonstration of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority. "You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am." As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask h... | Hard Times |
"Please to remember that I have a charge here," | Mrs. Sparsit | and they're always best avoided."<|quote|>"Please to remember that I have a charge here,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, with her | object to names being used, and they're always best avoided."<|quote|>"Please to remember that I have a charge here,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of state. "I hold | much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided."<|quote|>"Please to remember that... | is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all.... | her with such a steadfast adherence to the principle of the case, that she had been shut up in the workhouse ever since. It must be admitted that he allowed her half a pound of tea a year, which was weak in him: first, because all gifts have an inevitable tendency to pauperise the recipient, and secondly, because his o... | day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a very busy day, my lady. About an average day." He now and then slided into my lady, instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity and claims to reverence. "The clerks," said Mrs. Sparsit, carefully brushing an imperceptible crumb of bread ... | just set for her on a pert little table, with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank ... | high time it was done, once for all." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, with a demonstration of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority. "You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am." As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and ... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of state. | No speaker | I have a charge here,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of state.</|quote|>"I hold a trust here, | avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of state.</|quote|>"I hold a trust here, Bitzer, under Mr. Bounderby. However | "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, w... | part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very ... | of the case, that she had been shut up in the workhouse ever since. It must be admitted that he allowed her half a pound of tea a year, which was weak in him: first, because all gifts have an inevitable tendency to pauperise the recipient, and secondly, because his only reasonable transaction in that commodity would ha... | day, my lady. About an average day." He now and then slided into my lady, instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity and claims to reverence. "The clerks," said Mrs. Sparsit, carefully brushing an imperceptible crumb of bread and butter from her left-hand mitten, "are trustwor... | with its tripod of legs in an attitude, which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _... | had a right of settlement in Coketown, this excellent young economist had asserted that right for her with such a steadfast adherence to the principle of the case, that she had been shut up in the workhouse ever since. It must be admitted that he allowed her half a pound of tea a year, which was weak in him: first, bec... | Hard Times |
"I hold a trust here, Bitzer, under Mr. Bounderby. However improbable both Mr. Bounderby and myself might have deemed it years ago, that he would ever become my patron, making me an annual compliment, I cannot but regard him in that light. From Mr. Bounderby I have received every acknowledgment of my social station, an... | Mrs. Sparsit | with her air of state.<|quote|>"I hold a trust here, Bitzer, under Mr. Bounderby. However improbable both Mr. Bounderby and myself might have deemed it years ago, that he would ever become my patron, making me an annual compliment, I cannot but regard him in that light. From Mr. Bounderby I have received every acknowle... | charge here," said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of state.<|quote|>"I hold a trust here, Bitzer, under Mr. Bounderby. However improbable both Mr. Bounderby and myself might have deemed it years ago, that he would ever become my patron, making me an annual compliment, I cannot but regard him in that light. From Mr. Bounder... | manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here," said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of state.<|quote|>"I hold a trust here, Bitzer... | fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my hav... | up in the workhouse ever since. It must be admitted that he allowed her half a pound of tea a year, which was weak in him: first, because all gifts have an inevitable tendency to pauperise the recipient, and secondly, because his only reasonable transaction in that commodity would have been to buy it for as little as h... | now and then slided into my lady, instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity and claims to reverence. "The clerks," said Mrs. Sparsit, carefully brushing an imperceptible crumb of bread and butter from her left-hand mitten, "are trustworthy, punctual, and industrious, of cours... | which she insinuated after office-hours, into the company of the stern, leathern-topped, long board-table that bestrode the middle of the room. The light porter placed the tea-tray on it, knuckling his forehead as a form of homage. "Thank you, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank _you_, ma'am," returned the light porter.... | oracular authority. "You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am." As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that ... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality, | No speaker | not consider, I cannot consider,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality,</|quote|>"that I _should_ be scrupulously | do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality,</|quote|>"that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names | that light. From Mr. Bounderby I have received every acknowledgment of my social station, and every recognition of my family descent, that I could possibly expect. More, far more. Therefore, to my patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Spars... | charge here," said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of state. "I hold a trust here, Bitzer, under Mr. Bounderby. However improbable both Mr. Bounderby and myself might have deemed it years ago, that he would ever become my patron, making me an annual compliment, I cannot but regard him in that light. From Mr. Bounderby I hav... | not a part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a... | an extremely clear-headed, cautious, prudent young man, who was safe to rise in the world. His mind was so exactly regulated, that he had no affections or passions. All his proceedings were the result of the nicest and coldest calculation; and it was not without cause that Mrs. Sparsit habitually observed of him, that ... | Sparsit, pouring out her tea, "is the news of the day? Anything?" "Well, ma'am, I can't say that I have heard anything particular. Our people are a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately." "What are the restless wretches doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and le... | had ever known. Having satisfied himself, on his father's death, that his mother had a right of settlement in Coketown, this excellent young economist had asserted that right for her with such a steadfast adherence to the principle of the case, that she had been shut up in the workhouse ever since. It must be admitted ... | Hard Times |
"that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his." | Mrs. Sparsit | hand of honour and morality,<|quote|>"that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his."</|quote|>Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, | a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality,<|quote|>"that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his."</|quote|>Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, | and every recognition of my family descent, that I could possibly expect. More, far more. Therefore, to my patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality,<|quote|>"that I _should_ be scrupu... | here, Bitzer, under Mr. Bounderby. However improbable both Mr. Bounderby and myself might have deemed it years ago, that he would ever become my patron, making me an annual compliment, I cannot but regard him in that light. From Mr. Bounderby I have received every acknowledgment of my social station, and every recognit... | usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to y... | world. His mind was so exactly regulated, that he had no affections or passions. All his proceedings were the result of the nicest and coldest calculation; and it was not without cause that Mrs. Sparsit habitually observed of him, that he was a young man of the steadiest principle she had ever known. Having satisfied h... | I can't say that I have heard anything particular. Our people are a bad lot, ma'am; but that is no news, unfortunately." "What are the restless wretches doing now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted," sai... | while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a very busy day, my lady. About an average day." He now and then slided into my lady, instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit's personal dig... | Hard Times |
Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. | No speaker | of that connected with his."<|quote|>Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon.</|quote|>"No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, | unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his."<|quote|>Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon.</|quote|>"No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I | consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality, "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his."<|quote|>Bitzer knuc... | annual compliment, I cannot but regard him in that light. From Mr. Bounderby I have received every acknowledgment of my social station, and every recognition of my family descent, that I could possibly expect. More, far more. Therefore, to my patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not conside... | very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I ... | was not without cause that Mrs. Sparsit habitually observed of him, that he was a young man of the steadiest principle she had ever known. Having satisfied himself, on his father's death, that his mother had a right of settlement in Coketown, this excellent young economist had asserted that right for her with such a st... | now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted," said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-... | her left-hand mitten, "are trustworthy, punctual, and industrious, of course?" "Yes, ma'am, pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception." He held the respectable office of general spy and informer in the establishment, for which volunteer service he received a present at Christmas, over and above his weekly wage. He h... | Hard Times |
"No, Bitzer," | Mrs. Sparsit | again, and again begged pardon.<|quote|>"No, Bitzer,"</|quote|>continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an | his." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon.<|quote|>"No, Bitzer,"</|quote|>continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear | Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality, "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon.<|quote|>"No, B... | light. From Mr. Bounderby I have received every acknowledgment of my social station, and every recognition of my family descent, that I could possibly expect. More, far more. Therefore, to my patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a mo... | all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here," said Mrs. Sparsit, wit... | of him, that he was a young man of the steadiest principle she had ever known. Having satisfied himself, on his father's death, that his mother had a right of settlement in Coketown, this excellent young economist had asserted that right for her with such a steadfast adherence to the principle of the case, that she had... | old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted," said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being u... | Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite ... | Hard Times |
continued Mrs. Sparsit, | No speaker | again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer,"<|quote|>continued Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"say an individual, and I | knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer,"<|quote|>continued Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. | with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality, "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer,"<|quote|>contin... | Mr. Bounderby I have received every acknowledgment of my social station, and every recognition of my family descent, that I could possibly expect. More, far more. Therefore, to my patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive... | said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here," said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of sta... | that he was a young man of the steadiest principle she had ever known. Having satisfied himself, on his father's death, that his mother had a right of settlement in Coketown, this excellent young economist had asserted that right for her with such a steadfast adherence to the principle of the case, that she had been sh... | ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted," said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being united the... | "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here," said Mrs. Sparsit, with her ... | Hard Times |
"say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me." | Mrs. Sparsit | "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me."</|quote|>"With the usual exception, ma'am," | again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me."</|quote|>"With the usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back, "of | extensive stock on hand of honour and morality, "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit,<|q... | have received every acknowledgment of my social station, and every recognition of my family descent, that I could possibly expect. More, far more. Therefore, to my patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand o... | in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here," said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of state. "I hold a trust... | a young man of the steadiest principle she had ever known. Having satisfied himself, on his father's death, that his mother had a right of settlement in Coketown, this excellent young economist had asserted that right for her with such a steadfast adherence to the principle of the case, that she had been shut up in the... | leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted," said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being united themselves, they ought ... | to reverence. "The clerks," said Mrs. Sparsit, carefully brushing an imperceptible crumb of bread and butter from her left-hand mitten, "are trustworthy, punctual, and industrious, of course?" "Yes, ma'am, pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception." He held the respectable office of general spy and informer in the e... | Hard Times |
"With the usual exception, ma'am," | Bitzer | and you must excuse me."<|quote|>"With the usual exception, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bitzer, trying back, "of | hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me."<|quote|>"With the usual exception, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual." "Ah h!" Mrs. | allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me."<|quote|>"Wit... | I could possibly expect. More, far more. Therefore, to my patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality, "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under thi... | "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here," said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of state. "I hold a trust here, Bitzer, under Mr. Bounderby. However improbable both Mr. Bounderby and myself might have d... | father's death, that his mother had a right of settlement in Coketown, this excellent young economist had asserted that right for her with such a steadfast adherence to the principle of the case, that she had been shut up in the workhouse ever since. It must be admitted that he allowed her half a pound of tea a year, w... | Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man... | recipient, and secondly, because his only reasonable transaction in that commodity would have been to buy it for as little as he could possibly give, and sell it for as much as he could possibly get; it having been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's d... | Hard Times |
said Bitzer, trying back, | No speaker | "With the usual exception, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bitzer, trying back,</|quote|>"of an individual." "Ah h!" | and you must excuse me." "With the usual exception, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bitzer, trying back,</|quote|>"of an individual." "Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, | under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me." "With the usual exception, ma'am,"<|quote|... | far more. Therefore, to my patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality, "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately ... | It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here," said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of state. "I hold a trust here, Bitzer, under Mr. Bounderby. However improbable both Mr. Bounderby and myself might have deemed it years ago, that he... | had a right of settlement in Coketown, this excellent young economist had asserted that right for her with such a steadfast adherence to the principle of the case, that she had been shut up in the workhouse ever since. It must be admitted that he allowed her half a pound of tea a year, which was weak in him: first, bec... | Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They ha... | had a right of settlement in Coketown, this excellent young economist had asserted that right for her with such a steadfast adherence to the principle of the case, that she had been shut up in the workhouse ever since. It must be admitted that he allowed her half a pound of tea a year, which was weak in him: first, bec... | Hard Times |
"of an individual." | Bitzer | ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back,<|quote|>"of an individual."</|quote|>"Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated | me." "With the usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back,<|quote|>"of an individual."</|quote|>"Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of | are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me." "With the usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back,<|qu... | my patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality, "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no do... | you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here," said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of state. "I hold a trust here, Bitzer, under Mr. Bounderby. However improbable both Mr. Bounderby and myself might have deemed it years ago, that he would ever become my... | settlement in Coketown, this excellent young economist had asserted that right for her with such a steadfast adherence to the principle of the case, that she had been shut up in the workhouse ever since. It must be admitted that he allowed her half a pound of tea a year, which was weak in him: first, because all gifts ... | more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am," r... | manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here," said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of state. "I hold a trust here, Bitzer, under ... | Hard Times |
"Ah h!" | Mrs. Sparsit | trying back, "of an individual."<|quote|>"Ah h!"</|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, | usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual."<|quote|>"Ah h!"</|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head | unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me." "With the usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual."<|quote... | will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality, "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that ... | to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here," said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of state. "I hold a trust here, Bitzer, under Mr. Bounderby. However improbable both Mr. Bounderby and myself might have deemed it years ago, that he would ever become my patron, making... | this excellent young economist had asserted that right for her with such a steadfast adherence to the principle of the case, that she had been shut up in the workhouse ever since. It must be admitted that he allowed her half a pound of tea a year, which was weak in him: first, because all gifts have an inevitable tende... | the strength of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer; "but... | mind was so exactly regulated, that he had no affections or passions. All his proceedings were the result of the nicest and coldest calculation; and it was not without cause that Mrs. Sparsit habitually observed of him, that he was a young man of the steadiest principle she had ever known. Having satisfied himself, on ... | Hard Times |
Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head over her tea-cup, and the long gulp, as taking up the conversation again at the point where it had been interrupted. | No speaker | "of an individual." "Ah h!"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head over her tea-cup, and the long gulp, as taking up the conversation again at the point where it had been interrupted.</|quote|>"An individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, | ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual." "Ah h!"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head over her tea-cup, and the long gulp, as taking up the conversation again at the point where it had been interrupted.</|quote|>"An individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, "has never been what he | doubt of that connected with his." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me." "With the usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual." "Ah h!"<|quote|>Mrs. Sp... | scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality, "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connecte... | being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here," said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of state. "I hold a trust here, Bitzer, under Mr. Bounderby. However improbable both Mr. Bounderby and myself might have deemed it years ago, that he would ever become my patron, making me an an... | young economist had asserted that right for her with such a steadfast adherence to the principle of the case, that she had been shut up in the workhouse ever since. It must be admitted that he allowed her half a pound of tea a year, which was weak in him: first, because all gifts have an inevitable tendency to pauperis... | of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-combinations." "Yes, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer; "but it rather fe... | fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my hav... | Hard Times |
"An individual, ma'am," | Bitzer | where it had been interrupted.<|quote|>"An individual, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bitzer, "has never been | conversation again at the point where it had been interrupted.<|quote|>"An individual, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bitzer, "has never been what he ought to have | and you must excuse me." "With the usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual." "Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head over her tea-cup, and the long gulp, as taking up the conversation again at the point where it had been interrupted.<|quote|>"An individual, ma'a... | be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you mu... | Mr. Bounderby. However improbable both Mr. Bounderby and myself might have deemed it years ago, that he would ever become my patron, making me an annual compliment, I cannot but regard him in that light. From Mr. Bounderby I have received every acknowledgment of my social station, and every recognition of my family des... | must be admitted that he allowed her half a pound of tea a year, which was weak in him: first, because all gifts have an inevitable tendency to pauperise the recipient, and secondly, because his only reasonable transaction in that commodity would have been to buy it for as little as he could possibly give, and sell it ... | man who is united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer; "but it rather fell through, ma'am." "I do not pretend to understand these things," said Mrs. Sparsit, with dignity, "my lot having been signally cast in a widely different sphere; and Mr. Sparsit, as a Powler, bein... | that commodity would have been to buy it for as little as he could possibly give, and sell it for as much as he could possibly get; it having been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, m... | Hard Times |
said Bitzer, | No speaker | been interrupted. "An individual, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bitzer,</|quote|>"has never been what he | the point where it had been interrupted. "An individual, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bitzer,</|quote|>"has never been what he ought to have been, since | excuse me." "With the usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual." "Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head over her tea-cup, and the long gulp, as taking up the conversation again at the point where it had been interrupted. "An individual, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bitz... | if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me." "With t... | improbable both Mr. Bounderby and myself might have deemed it years ago, that he would ever become my patron, making me an annual compliment, I cannot but regard him in that light. From Mr. Bounderby I have received every acknowledgment of my social station, and every recognition of my family descent, that I could poss... | that he allowed her half a pound of tea a year, which was weak in him: first, because all gifts have an inevitable tendency to pauperise the recipient, and secondly, because his only reasonable transaction in that commodity would have been to buy it for as little as he could possibly give, and sell it for as much as he... | united with any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer; "but it rather fell through, ma'am." "I do not pretend to understand these things," said Mrs. Sparsit, with dignity, "my lot having been signally cast in a widely different sphere; and Mr. Sparsit, as a Powler, being also quit... | the case, that she had been shut up in the workhouse ever since. It must be admitted that he allowed her half a pound of tea a year, which was weak in him: first, because all gifts have an inevitable tendency to pauperise the recipient, and secondly, because his only reasonable transaction in that commodity would have ... | Hard Times |
"has never been what he ought to have been, since he first came into the place. He is a dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!" | Bitzer | "An individual, ma'am," said Bitzer,<|quote|>"has never been what he ought to have been, since he first came into the place. He is a dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!"</|quote|>"Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, | where it had been interrupted. "An individual, ma'am," said Bitzer,<|quote|>"has never been what he ought to have been, since he first came into the place. He is a dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!"</|quote|>"Ah... | "With the usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual." "Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head over her tea-cup, and the long gulp, as taking up the conversation again at the point where it had been interrupted. "An individual, ma'am," said Bitzer,<|quote|>"has nev... | allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me." "With the us... | Mr. Bounderby and myself might have deemed it years ago, that he would ever become my patron, making me an annual compliment, I cannot but regard him in that light. From Mr. Bounderby I have received every acknowledgment of my social station, and every recognition of my family descent, that I could possibly expect. Mor... | allowed her half a pound of tea a year, which was weak in him: first, because all gifts have an inevitable tendency to pauperise the recipient, and secondly, because his only reasonable transaction in that commodity would have been to buy it for as little as he could possibly give, and sell it for as much as he could p... | any other man," said Mrs. Sparsit. "They have done that, ma'am," returned Bitzer; "but it rather fell through, ma'am." "I do not pretend to understand these things," said Mrs. Sparsit, with dignity, "my lot having been signally cast in a widely different sphere; and Mr. Sparsit, as a Powler, being also quite out of the... | Sparsit, carefully brushing an imperceptible crumb of bread and butter from her left-hand mitten, "are trustworthy, punctual, and industrious, of course?" "Yes, ma'am, pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception." He held the respectable office of general spy and informer in the establishment, for which volunteer serv... | Hard Times |
"Ah h!" | Mrs. Sparsit | and relation at court, ma'am!"<|quote|>"Ah h!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, with another | if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!"<|quote|>"Ah h!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head. | interrupted. "An individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, "has never been what he ought to have been, since he first came into the place. He is a dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!"<|quote|>"Ah h!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Spa... | Thomas, and you must excuse me." "With the usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual." "Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head over her tea-cup, and the long gulp, as taking up the conversation again at the point where it had been interrupted. "An individual, ma'a... | recognition of my family descent, that I could possibly expect. More, far more. Therefore, to my patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality, "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I ... | little as he could possibly give, and sell it for as much as he could possibly get; it having been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsi... | Mr. Sparsit, as a Powler, being also quite out of the pale of any such dissensions. I only know that these people must be conquered, and that it's high time it was done, once for all." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, with a demonstration of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority. "You couldn't put it cleare... | give, and sell it for as much as he could possibly get; it having been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head. | No speaker | at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head.</|quote|>"I only hope, ma'am," pursued | hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head.</|quote|>"I only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer, "that his friend and | individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, "has never been what he ought to have been, since he first came into the place. He is a dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melanch... | you must excuse me." "With the usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual." "Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head over her tea-cup, and the long gulp, as taking up the conversation again at the point where it had been interrupted. "An individual, ma'am," said Bit... | my family descent, that I could possibly expect. More, far more. Therefore, to my patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality, "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names t... | he could possibly give, and sell it for as much as he could possibly get; it having been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking... | as a Powler, being also quite out of the pale of any such dissensions. I only know that these people must be conquered, and that it's high time it was done, once for all." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, with a demonstration of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority. "You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure,... | become my patron, making me an annual compliment, I cannot but regard him in that light. From Mr. Bounderby I have received every acknowledgment of my social station, and every recognition of my family descent, that I could possibly expect. More, far more. Therefore, to my patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do n... | Hard Times |
"I only hope, ma'am," | Bitzer | melancholy shake of her head.<|quote|>"I only hope, ma'am,"</|quote|>pursued Bitzer, "that his friend | said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head.<|quote|>"I only hope, ma'am,"</|quote|>pursued Bitzer, "that his friend and relation may not supply | to have been, since he first came into the place. He is a dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head.<|quote|>"I only hope, ma'am,"</|quote|>pursued B... | Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual." "Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head over her tea-cup, and the long gulp, as taking up the conversation again at the point where it had been interrupted. "An individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, "has never been what he ought to have been, since he fir... | more. Therefore, to my patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality, "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most... | as he could possibly get; it having been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gu... | of any such dissensions. I only know that these people must be conquered, and that it's high time it was done, once for all." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, with a demonstration of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority. "You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am." As this was his usual hour for having... | said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here," said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of sta... | Hard Times |
pursued Bitzer, | No speaker | head. "I only hope, ma'am,"<|quote|>pursued Bitzer,</|quote|>"that his friend and relation | another melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am,"<|quote|>pursued Bitzer,</|quote|>"that his friend and relation may not supply him with | he first came into the place. He is a dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am,"<|quote|>pursued Bitzer,</|quote|>"that his fri... | an individual." "Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head over her tea-cup, and the long gulp, as taking up the conversation again at the point where it had been interrupted. "An individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, "has never been what he ought to have been, since he first came into the place. H... | patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality, "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt... | get; it having been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'a... | I only know that these people must be conquered, and that it's high time it was done, once for all." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, with a demonstration of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority. "You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am." As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential ch... | to the principle of the case, that she had been shut up in the workhouse ever since. It must be admitted that he allowed her half a pound of tea a year, which was weak in him: first, because all gifts have an inevitable tendency to pauperise the recipient, and secondly, because his only reasonable transaction in that c... | Hard Times |
"that his friend and relation may not supply him with the means of carrying on. Otherwise, ma'am, we know out of whose pocket _that_ money comes." | Bitzer | only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer,<|quote|>"that his friend and relation may not supply him with the means of carrying on. Otherwise, ma'am, we know out of whose pocket _that_ money comes."</|quote|>"Ah h!" sighed Mrs. Sparsit | shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer,<|quote|>"that his friend and relation may not supply him with the means of carrying on. Otherwise, ma'am, we know out of whose pocket _that_ money comes."</|quote|>"Ah h!" sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake | came into the place. He is a dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer,<|quote|>"that his friend and relation m... | "Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head over her tea-cup, and the long gulp, as taking up the conversation again at the point where it had been interrupted. "An individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, "has never been what he ought to have been, since he first came into the place. He is a dissipate... | will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality, "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that ... | having been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I dou... | know that these people must be conquered, and that it's high time it was done, once for all." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, with a demonstration of great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority. "You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am." As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with... | her half a pound of tea a year, which was weak in him: first, because all gifts have an inevitable tendency to pauperise the recipient, and secondly, because his only reasonable transaction in that commodity would have been to buy it for as little as he could possibly give, and sell it for as much as he could possibly ... | Hard Times |
"Ah h!" | Mrs. Sparsit | whose pocket _that_ money comes."<|quote|>"Ah h!"</|quote|>sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with | ma'am, we know out of whose pocket _that_ money comes."<|quote|>"Ah h!"</|quote|>sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake of her | friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer, "that his friend and relation may not supply him with the means of carrying on. Otherwise, ma'am, we know out of whose pocket _that_ money comes."<|quote|>"Ah h!"</|quote|>si... | the point where it had been interrupted. "An individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, "has never been what he ought to have been, since he first came into the place. He is a dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" sa... | of honour and morality, "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I ... | fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my hav... | great respect for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority. "You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am." As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, ink... | said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here," said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of sta... | Hard Times |
sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake of her head. | No speaker | _that_ money comes." "Ah h!"<|quote|>sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake of her head.</|quote|>"He is to be pitied, | know out of whose pocket _that_ money comes." "Ah h!"<|quote|>sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake of her head.</|quote|>"He is to be pitied, ma'am. The last party I | relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer, "that his friend and relation may not supply him with the means of carrying on. Otherwise, ma'am, we know out of whose pocket _that_ money comes." "Ah h!"<|quote|>sighed Mrs. Sparsit ag... | where it had been interrupted. "An individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, "has never been what he ought to have been, since he first came into the place. He is a dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sp... | and morality, "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear ... | With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anyt... | for Mrs. Sparsit's oracular authority. "You couldn't put it clearer, I am sure, ma'am." As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so... | but regard him in that light. From Mr. Bounderby I have received every acknowledgment of my social station, and every recognition of my family descent, that I could possibly expect. More, far more. Therefore, to my patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said ... | Hard Times |
"He is to be pitied, ma'am. The last party I have alluded to, is to be pitied, ma'am," | Bitzer | melancholy shake of her head.<|quote|>"He is to be pitied, ma'am. The last party I have alluded to, is to be pitied, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bitzer. "Yes, Bitzer," said | Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake of her head.<|quote|>"He is to be pitied, ma'am. The last party I have alluded to, is to be pitied, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bitzer. "Yes, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have always | melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer, "that his friend and relation may not supply him with the means of carrying on. Otherwise, ma'am, we know out of whose pocket _that_ money comes." "Ah h!" sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake of her head.<|quote|>"He is to be pitied... | never been what he ought to have been, since he first came into the place. He is a dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am," p... | names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me." "With the usual exce... | Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite ... | am sure, ma'am." As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open... | "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. T... | Hard Times |
said Bitzer. | No speaker | is to be pitied, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bitzer.</|quote|>"Yes, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. | party I have alluded to, is to be pitied, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bitzer.</|quote|>"Yes, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have always pitied the | supply him with the means of carrying on. Otherwise, ma'am, we know out of whose pocket _that_ money comes." "Ah h!" sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake of her head. "He is to be pitied, ma'am. The last party I have alluded to, is to be pitied, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bitzer.</|quote|>"Yes, Bitzer," s... | dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer, "that his friend and relation may not supply him with the means of c... | his." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me." "With the usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual." "Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the s... | Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember ... | and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a very busy... | of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impre... | Hard Times |
"Yes, Bitzer," | Mrs. Sparsit | be pitied, ma'am," said Bitzer.<|quote|>"Yes, Bitzer,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have | have alluded to, is to be pitied, ma'am," said Bitzer.<|quote|>"Yes, Bitzer,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have always pitied the delusion, always." | with the means of carrying on. Otherwise, ma'am, we know out of whose pocket _that_ money comes." "Ah h!" sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake of her head. "He is to be pitied, ma'am. The last party I have alluded to, is to be pitied, ma'am," said Bitzer.<|quote|>"Yes, Bitzer,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sp... | idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer, "that his friend and relation may not supply him with the means of carrying on. Otherwise, m... | knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me." "With the usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual." "Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the h... | much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have ... | he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a very busy day, m... | acknowledgment of my social station, and every recognition of my family descent, that I could possibly expect. More, far more. Therefore, to my patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and moralit... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit. | No speaker | ma'am," said Bitzer. "Yes, Bitzer,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"I have always pitied the | to, is to be pitied, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Yes, Bitzer,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"I have always pitied the delusion, always." "As to an | means of carrying on. Otherwise, ma'am, we know out of whose pocket _that_ money comes." "Ah h!" sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake of her head. "He is to be pitied, ma'am. The last party I have alluded to, is to be pitied, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Yes, Bitzer,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"I... | is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer, "that his friend and relation may not supply him with the means of carrying on. Otherwise, ma'am, we k... | forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me." "With the usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual." "Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head over her ... | I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here... | already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a very busy day, my lady.... | tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names b... | Hard Times |
"I have always pitied the delusion, always." | Mrs. Sparsit | "Yes, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"I have always pitied the delusion, always."</|quote|>"As to an individual, ma'am," | be pitied, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Yes, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"I have always pitied the delusion, always."</|quote|>"As to an individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, dropping his voice | on. Otherwise, ma'am, we know out of whose pocket _that_ money comes." "Ah h!" sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake of her head. "He is to be pitied, ma'am. The last party I have alluded to, is to be pitied, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Yes, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"I have always pitied the del... | his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer, "that his friend and relation may not supply him with the means of carrying on. Otherwise, ma'am, we know out of wh... | again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me." "With the usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual." "Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head over her tea-cup, and the lon... | his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here," said Mrs. ... | eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a very busy day, my lady. About an average d... | acknowledgment of my social station, and every recognition of my family descent, that I could possibly expect. More, far more. Therefore, to my patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and moralit... | Hard Times |
"As to an individual, ma'am," | Bitzer | always pitied the delusion, always."<|quote|>"As to an individual, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bitzer, dropping his voice | said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have always pitied the delusion, always."<|quote|>"As to an individual, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bitzer, dropping his voice and drawing nearer, "he is | whose pocket _that_ money comes." "Ah h!" sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake of her head. "He is to be pitied, ma'am. The last party I have alluded to, is to be pitied, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Yes, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have always pitied the delusion, always."<|quote|>"As to an individual,... | either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer, "that his friend and relation may not supply him with the means of carrying on. Otherwise, ma'am, we know out of whose pocket _that_ money comes." "Ah ... | Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me." "With the usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual." "Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head over her tea-cup, and the long gulp, as taking up the conversation again at the... | Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here," said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of state. "I hol... | to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a very busy day, my lady. About an average day." He now and then slided into... | philosophers that in this is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I d... | Hard Times |
said Bitzer, dropping his voice and drawing nearer, | No speaker | "As to an individual, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bitzer, dropping his voice and drawing nearer,</|quote|>"he is as improvident as | always pitied the delusion, always." "As to an individual, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bitzer, dropping his voice and drawing nearer,</|quote|>"he is as improvident as any of the people in | "Ah h!" sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake of her head. "He is to be pitied, ma'am. The last party I have alluded to, is to be pitied, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Yes, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have always pitied the delusion, always." "As to an individual, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bitzer, dropping his... | friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer, "that his friend and relation may not supply him with the means of carrying on. Otherwise, ma'am, we know out of whose pocket _that_ money comes." "Ah h!" sighed Mrs. Sparsit... | I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me." "With the usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual." "Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head over her tea-cup, and the long gulp, as taking up the conversation again at the point where it had been interrup... | manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here," said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of state. "I hold a trust here, Bitzer, under ... | made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a very busy day, my lady. About an average day." He now and then slided into my lady, instead of ma'a... | shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that... | Hard Times |
"he is as improvident as any of the people in this town. And you know what _their_ improvidence is, ma'am. No one could wish to know it better than a lady of your eminence does." | Bitzer | his voice and drawing nearer,<|quote|>"he is as improvident as any of the people in this town. And you know what _their_ improvidence is, ma'am. No one could wish to know it better than a lady of your eminence does."</|quote|>"They would do well," returned | individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, dropping his voice and drawing nearer,<|quote|>"he is as improvident as any of the people in this town. And you know what _their_ improvidence is, ma'am. No one could wish to know it better than a lady of your eminence does."</|quote|>"They would do well," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "to tak... | melancholy shake of her head. "He is to be pitied, ma'am. The last party I have alluded to, is to be pitied, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Yes, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have always pitied the delusion, always." "As to an individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, dropping his voice and drawing nearer,<|quote|>"he is as improvident... | said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer, "that his friend and relation may not supply him with the means of carrying on. Otherwise, ma'am, we know out of whose pocket _that_ money comes." "Ah h!" sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake of her h... | you must excuse me." "With the usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual." "Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head over her tea-cup, and the long gulp, as taking up the conversation again at the point where it had been interrupted. "An individual, ma'am," said Bit... | to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here," said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of state. "I hold a trust here, Bitzer, under Mr. Bounderby. However improbable both Mr. Bounder... | and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street. "Has it been a busy day, Bitzer?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Not a very busy day, my lady. About an average day." He now and then slided into my lady, instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit'... | repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head over her tea-cup, and taking a long gulp. "Mr. Thomas, ma'am, I doubt Mr. Thomas very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I ... | Hard Times |
"They would do well," | Mrs. Sparsit | lady of your eminence does."<|quote|>"They would do well,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, "to take | know it better than a lady of your eminence does."<|quote|>"They would do well,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, "to take example by you, Bitzer." "Thank | delusion, always." "As to an individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, dropping his voice and drawing nearer, "he is as improvident as any of the people in this town. And you know what _their_ improvidence is, ma'am. No one could wish to know it better than a lady of your eminence does."<|quote|>"They would do well,"</|quote|>r... | out of whose pocket _that_ money comes." "Ah h!" sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake of her head. "He is to be pitied, ma'am. The last party I have alluded to, is to be pitied, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Yes, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have always pitied the delusion, always." "As to an individual, ... | as taking up the conversation again at the point where it had been interrupted. "An individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, "has never been what he ought to have been, since he first came into the place. He is a dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend an... | Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of state. "I hold a trust here, Bitzer, under Mr. Bounderby. However improbable both Mr. Bounderby and myself might have deemed it years ago, that he would ever become my patron, making me an annual compliment, I cannot but regard him in that light. From Mr. Bounderby I have received every ac... | my lady. About an average day." He now and then slided into my lady, instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity and claims to reverence. "The clerks," said Mrs. Sparsit, carefully brushing an imperceptible crumb of bread and butter from her left-hand mitten, "are trustworthy, ... | as taking up the conversation again at the point where it had been interrupted. "An individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, "has never been what he ought to have been, since he first came into the place. He is a dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend an... | Hard Times |
returned Mrs. Sparsit, | No speaker | does." "They would do well,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"to take example by you, | a lady of your eminence does." "They would do well,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"to take example by you, Bitzer." "Thank you, ma'am. But, | an individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, dropping his voice and drawing nearer, "he is as improvident as any of the people in this town. And you know what _their_ improvidence is, ma'am. No one could wish to know it better than a lady of your eminence does." "They would do well,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"to ... | _that_ money comes." "Ah h!" sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake of her head. "He is to be pitied, ma'am. The last party I have alluded to, is to be pitied, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Yes, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have always pitied the delusion, always." "As to an individual, ma'am," said Bitzer,... | conversation again at the point where it had been interrupted. "An individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, "has never been what he ought to have been, since he first came into the place. He is a dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at cou... | air of state. "I hold a trust here, Bitzer, under Mr. Bounderby. However improbable both Mr. Bounderby and myself might have deemed it years ago, that he would ever become my patron, making me an annual compliment, I cannot but regard him in that light. From Mr. Bounderby I have received every acknowledgment of my soci... | average day." He now and then slided into my lady, instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity and claims to reverence. "The clerks," said Mrs. Sparsit, carefully brushing an imperceptible crumb of bread and butter from her left-hand mitten, "are trustworthy, punctual, and indu... | do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality, "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his." Bitzer knuck... | Hard Times |
"to take example by you, Bitzer." | Mrs. Sparsit | do well," returned Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"to take example by you, Bitzer."</|quote|>"Thank you, ma'am. But, since | your eminence does." "They would do well," returned Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"to take example by you, Bitzer."</|quote|>"Thank you, ma'am. But, since you do refer to me, | said Bitzer, dropping his voice and drawing nearer, "he is as improvident as any of the people in this town. And you know what _their_ improvidence is, ma'am. No one could wish to know it better than a lady of your eminence does." "They would do well," returned Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"to take example by you, Bitzer."</|... | "Ah h!" sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake of her head. "He is to be pitied, ma'am. The last party I have alluded to, is to be pitied, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Yes, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have always pitied the delusion, always." "As to an individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, dropping his voice a... | the point where it had been interrupted. "An individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, "has never been what he ought to have been, since he first came into the place. He is a dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" sa... | "I hold a trust here, Bitzer, under Mr. Bounderby. However improbable both Mr. Bounderby and myself might have deemed it years ago, that he would ever become my patron, making me an annual compliment, I cannot but regard him in that light. From Mr. Bounderby I have received every acknowledgment of my social station, an... | now and then slided into my lady, instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity and claims to reverence. "The clerks," said Mrs. Sparsit, carefully brushing an imperceptible crumb of bread and butter from her left-hand mitten, "are trustworthy, punctual, and industrious, of cours... | up the conversation again at the point where it had been interrupted. "An individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, "has never been what he ought to have been, since he first came into the place. He is a dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation... | Hard Times |
"Thank you, ma'am. But, since you do refer to me, now look at me, ma'am. I have put by a little, ma'am, already. That gratuity which I receive at Christmas, ma'am: I never touch it. I don't even go the length of my wages, though they're not high, ma'am. Why can't they do as I have done, ma'am? What one person can do, a... | Bitzer | take example by you, Bitzer."<|quote|>"Thank you, ma'am. But, since you do refer to me, now look at me, ma'am. I have put by a little, ma'am, already. That gratuity which I receive at Christmas, ma'am: I never touch it. I don't even go the length of my wages, though they're not high, ma'am. Why can't they do as I have ... | well," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "to take example by you, Bitzer."<|quote|>"Thank you, ma'am. But, since you do refer to me, now look at me, ma'am. I have put by a little, ma'am, already. That gratuity which I receive at Christmas, ma'am: I never touch it. I don't even go the length of my wages, though they're not high, m... | drawing nearer, "he is as improvident as any of the people in this town. And you know what _their_ improvidence is, ma'am. No one could wish to know it better than a lady of your eminence does." "They would do well," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "to take example by you, Bitzer."<|quote|>"Thank you, ma'am. But, since you do r... | with another melancholy shake of her head. "He is to be pitied, ma'am. The last party I have alluded to, is to be pitied, ma'am," said Bitzer. "Yes, Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have always pitied the delusion, always." "As to an individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, dropping his voice and drawing nearer, "he is as improv... | interrupted. "An individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, "has never been what he ought to have been, since he first came into the place. He is a dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, with anothe... | under Mr. Bounderby. However improbable both Mr. Bounderby and myself might have deemed it years ago, that he would ever become my patron, making me an annual compliment, I cannot but regard him in that light. From Mr. Bounderby I have received every acknowledgment of my social station, and every recognition of my fami... | lady, instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity and claims to reverence. "The clerks," said Mrs. Sparsit, carefully brushing an imperceptible crumb of bread and butter from her left-hand mitten, "are trustworthy, punctual, and industrious, of course?" "Yes, ma'am, pretty fair... | an annual compliment, I cannot but regard him in that light. From Mr. Bounderby I have received every acknowledgment of my social station, and every recognition of my family descent, that I could possibly expect. More, far more. Therefore, to my patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not cons... | Hard Times |
This, again, was among the fictions of Coketown. Any capitalist there, who had made sixty thousand pounds out of sixpence, always professed to wonder why the sixty thousand nearest Hands didn't each make sixty thousand pounds out of sixpence, and more or less reproached them every one for not accomplishing the little f... | No speaker | can do, another can do."<|quote|>This, again, was among the fictions of Coketown. Any capitalist there, who had made sixty thousand pounds out of sixpence, always professed to wonder why the sixty thousand nearest Hands didn't each make sixty thousand pounds out of sixpence, and more or less reproached them every one f... | done, ma'am? What one person can do, another can do."<|quote|>This, again, was among the fictions of Coketown. Any capitalist there, who had made sixty thousand pounds out of sixpence, always professed to wonder why the sixty thousand nearest Hands didn't each make sixty thousand pounds out of sixpence, and more or les... | have put by a little, ma'am, already. That gratuity which I receive at Christmas, ma'am: I never touch it. I don't even go the length of my wages, though they're not high, ma'am. Why can't they do as I have done, ma'am? What one person can do, another can do."<|quote|>This, again, was among the fictions of Coketown. An... | know what _their_ improvidence is, ma'am. No one could wish to know it better than a lady of your eminence does." "They would do well," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "to take example by you, Bitzer." "Thank you, ma'am. But, since you do refer to me, now look at me, ma'am. I have put by a little, ma'am, already. That gratuity ... | pursued Bitzer, "that his friend and relation may not supply him with the means of carrying on. Otherwise, ma'am, we know out of whose pocket _that_ money comes." "Ah h!" sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake of her head. "He is to be pitied, ma'am. The last party I have alluded to, is to be pitied, ... | patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality, "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt... | volunteer service he received a present at Christmas, over and above his weekly wage. He had grown into an extremely clear-headed, cautious, prudent young man, who was safe to rise in the world. His mind was so exactly regulated, that he had no affections or passions. All his proceedings were the result of the nicest a... | be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you mu... | Hard Times |
"As to their wanting recreations, ma'am," | Bitzer | you go and do it?<|quote|>"As to their wanting recreations, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bitzer, "it's stuff and | you can do. Why don't you go and do it?<|quote|>"As to their wanting recreations, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bitzer, "it's stuff and nonsense. _I_ don't want recreations. | pounds out of sixpence, always professed to wonder why the sixty thousand nearest Hands didn't each make sixty thousand pounds out of sixpence, and more or less reproached them every one for not accomplishing the little feat. What I did you can do. Why don't you go and do it?<|quote|>"As to their wanting recreations, m... | never touch it. I don't even go the length of my wages, though they're not high, ma'am. Why can't they do as I have done, ma'am? What one person can do, another can do." This, again, was among the fictions of Coketown. Any capitalist there, who had made sixty thousand pounds out of sixpence, always professed to wonder ... | "I have always pitied the delusion, always." "As to an individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, dropping his voice and drawing nearer, "he is as improvident as any of the people in this town. And you know what _their_ improvidence is, ma'am. No one could wish to know it better than a lady of your eminence does." "They would do... | again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me." "With the usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual." "Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head over her tea-cup, and the lon... | Sparsit habitually observed of him, that he was a young man of the steadiest principle she had ever known. Having satisfied himself, on his father's death, that his mother had a right of settlement in Coketown, this excellent young economist had asserted that right for her with such a steadfast adherence to the princip... | "I hold a trust here, Bitzer, under Mr. Bounderby. However improbable both Mr. Bounderby and myself might have deemed it years ago, that he would ever become my patron, making me an annual compliment, I cannot but regard him in that light. From Mr. Bounderby I have received every acknowledgment of my social station, an... | Hard Times |
said Bitzer, | No speaker | to their wanting recreations, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bitzer,</|quote|>"it's stuff and nonsense. _I_ | go and do it? "As to their wanting recreations, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bitzer,</|quote|>"it's stuff and nonsense. _I_ don't want recreations. I never | to wonder why the sixty thousand nearest Hands didn't each make sixty thousand pounds out of sixpence, and more or less reproached them every one for not accomplishing the little feat. What I did you can do. Why don't you go and do it? "As to their wanting recreations, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bitzer,</|quote|>"it's stuff ... | go the length of my wages, though they're not high, ma'am. Why can't they do as I have done, ma'am? What one person can do, another can do." This, again, was among the fictions of Coketown. Any capitalist there, who had made sixty thousand pounds out of sixpence, always professed to wonder why the sixty thousand neares... | always." "As to an individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, dropping his voice and drawing nearer, "he is as improvident as any of the people in this town. And you know what _their_ improvidence is, ma'am. No one could wish to know it better than a lady of your eminence does." "They would do well," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "to t... | Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me." "With the usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual." "Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head over her tea-cup, and the long gulp, as taking up the conversation again a... | he was a young man of the steadiest principle she had ever known. Having satisfied himself, on his father's death, that his mother had a right of settlement in Coketown, this excellent young economist had asserted that right for her with such a steadfast adherence to the principle of the case, that she had been shut up... | in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I have a charge here," said Mrs. Sparsit, with her air of state. "I hold a trust... | Hard Times |
"it's stuff and nonsense. _I_ don't want recreations. I never did, and I never shall; I don't like 'em. As to their combining together; there are many of them, I have no doubt, that by watching and informing upon one another could earn a trifle now and then, whether in money or good will, and improve their livelihood. ... | Bitzer | wanting recreations, ma'am," said Bitzer,<|quote|>"it's stuff and nonsense. _I_ don't want recreations. I never did, and I never shall; I don't like 'em. As to their combining together; there are many of them, I have no doubt, that by watching and informing upon one another could earn a trifle now and then, whether in ... | do it? "As to their wanting recreations, ma'am," said Bitzer,<|quote|>"it's stuff and nonsense. _I_ don't want recreations. I never did, and I never shall; I don't like 'em. As to their combining together; there are many of them, I have no doubt, that by watching and informing upon one another could earn a trifle now a... | why the sixty thousand nearest Hands didn't each make sixty thousand pounds out of sixpence, and more or less reproached them every one for not accomplishing the little feat. What I did you can do. Why don't you go and do it? "As to their wanting recreations, ma'am," said Bitzer,<|quote|>"it's stuff and nonsense. _I_ d... | length of my wages, though they're not high, ma'am. Why can't they do as I have done, ma'am? What one person can do, another can do." This, again, was among the fictions of Coketown. Any capitalist there, who had made sixty thousand pounds out of sixpence, always professed to wonder why the sixty thousand nearest Hands... | to an individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, dropping his voice and drawing nearer, "he is as improvident as any of the people in this town. And you know what _their_ improvidence is, ma'am. No one could wish to know it better than a lady of your eminence does." "They would do well," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "to take example b... | "say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me." "With the usual exception, ma'am," said Bitzer, trying back, "of an individual." "Ah h!" Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head over her tea-cup, and the long gulp, as taking up the conversation again at the point wh... | a young man of the steadiest principle she had ever known. Having satisfied himself, on his father's death, that his mother had a right of settlement in Coketown, this excellent young economist had asserted that right for her with such a steadfast adherence to the principle of the case, that she had been shut up in the... | I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. "No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas,... | Hard Times |
"Pretend indeed!" | Mrs. Sparsit | what they pretend to want."<|quote|>"Pretend indeed!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit. "I am | a rational creature, and it's what they pretend to want."<|quote|>"Pretend indeed!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit. "I am sure we are constantly hearing, | have no doubt, that by watching and informing upon one another could earn a trifle now and then, whether in money or good will, and improve their livelihood. Then, why don't they improve it, ma'am! It's the first consideration of a rational creature, and it's what they pretend to want."<|quote|>"Pretend indeed!"</|quot... | I did you can do. Why don't you go and do it? "As to their wanting recreations, ma'am," said Bitzer, "it's stuff and nonsense. _I_ don't want recreations. I never did, and I never shall; I don't like 'em. As to their combining together; there are many of them, I have no doubt, that by watching and informing upon one an... | little, ma'am, already. That gratuity which I receive at Christmas, ma'am: I never touch it. I don't even go the length of my wages, though they're not high, ma'am. Why can't they do as I have done, ma'am? What one person can do, another can do." This, again, was among the fictions of Coketown. Any capitalist there, wh... | the place. He is a dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer, "that his friend and relation may not supply him ... | first, because all gifts have an inevitable tendency to pauperise the recipient, and secondly, because his only reasonable transaction in that commodity would have been to buy it for as little as he could possibly give, and sell it for as much as he could possibly get; it having been clearly ascertained by philosophers... | another melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer, "that his friend and relation may not supply him with the means of carrying on. Otherwise, ma'am, we know out of whose pocket _that_ money comes." "Ah h!" sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake of her head. "He is to be pitied... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit. | No speaker | pretend to want." "Pretend indeed!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"I am sure we are | creature, and it's what they pretend to want." "Pretend indeed!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"I am sure we are constantly hearing, ma'am, till it | doubt, that by watching and informing upon one another could earn a trifle now and then, whether in money or good will, and improve their livelihood. Then, why don't they improve it, ma'am! It's the first consideration of a rational creature, and it's what they pretend to want." "Pretend indeed!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Spar... | you can do. Why don't you go and do it? "As to their wanting recreations, ma'am," said Bitzer, "it's stuff and nonsense. _I_ don't want recreations. I never did, and I never shall; I don't like 'em. As to their combining together; there are many of them, I have no doubt, that by watching and informing upon one another ... | already. That gratuity which I receive at Christmas, ma'am: I never touch it. I don't even go the length of my wages, though they're not high, ma'am. Why can't they do as I have done, ma'am? What one person can do, another can do." This, again, was among the fictions of Coketown. Any capitalist there, who had made sixt... | He is a dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer, "that his friend and relation may not supply him with the me... | all gifts have an inevitable tendency to pauperise the recipient, and secondly, because his only reasonable transaction in that commodity would have been to buy it for as little as he could possibly give, and sell it for as much as he could possibly get; it having been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this i... | you know what _their_ improvidence is, ma'am. No one could wish to know it better than a lady of your eminence does." "They would do well," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "to take example by you, Bitzer." "Thank you, ma'am. But, since you do refer to me, now look at me, ma'am. I have put by a little, ma'am, already. That gratu... | Hard Times |
"I am sure we are constantly hearing, ma'am, till it becomes quite nauseous, concerning their wives and families," | Bitzer | "Pretend indeed!" said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"I am sure we are constantly hearing, ma'am, till it becomes quite nauseous, concerning their wives and families,"</|quote|>said Bitzer. "Why look at | what they pretend to want." "Pretend indeed!" said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"I am sure we are constantly hearing, ma'am, till it becomes quite nauseous, concerning their wives and families,"</|quote|>said Bitzer. "Why look at me, ma'am! I don't want | watching and informing upon one another could earn a trifle now and then, whether in money or good will, and improve their livelihood. Then, why don't they improve it, ma'am! It's the first consideration of a rational creature, and it's what they pretend to want." "Pretend indeed!" said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"I am sure... | Why don't you go and do it? "As to their wanting recreations, ma'am," said Bitzer, "it's stuff and nonsense. _I_ don't want recreations. I never did, and I never shall; I don't like 'em. As to their combining together; there are many of them, I have no doubt, that by watching and informing upon one another could earn a... | which I receive at Christmas, ma'am: I never touch it. I don't even go the length of my wages, though they're not high, ma'am. Why can't they do as I have done, ma'am? What one person can do, another can do." This, again, was among the fictions of Coketown. Any capitalist there, who had made sixty thousand pounds out o... | dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He wouldn't get it either, if he hadn't a friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer, "that his friend and relation may not supply him with the means of c... | an inevitable tendency to pauperise the recipient, and secondly, because his only reasonable transaction in that commodity would have been to buy it for as little as he could possibly give, and sell it for as much as he could possibly get; it having been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this is comprised the... | I could possibly expect. More, far more. Therefore, to my patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality, "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under thi... | Hard Times |
said Bitzer. | No speaker | concerning their wives and families,"<|quote|>said Bitzer.</|quote|>"Why look at me, ma'am! | till it becomes quite nauseous, concerning their wives and families,"<|quote|>said Bitzer.</|quote|>"Why look at me, ma'am! I don't want a wife | will, and improve their livelihood. Then, why don't they improve it, ma'am! It's the first consideration of a rational creature, and it's what they pretend to want." "Pretend indeed!" said Mrs. Sparsit. "I am sure we are constantly hearing, ma'am, till it becomes quite nauseous, concerning their wives and families,"<|q... | nonsense. _I_ don't want recreations. I never did, and I never shall; I don't like 'em. As to their combining together; there are many of them, I have no doubt, that by watching and informing upon one another could earn a trifle now and then, whether in money or good will, and improve their livelihood. Then, why don't ... | wages, though they're not high, ma'am. Why can't they do as I have done, ma'am? What one person can do, another can do." This, again, was among the fictions of Coketown. Any capitalist there, who had made sixty thousand pounds out of sixpence, always professed to wonder why the sixty thousand nearest Hands didn't each ... | a friend and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer, "that his friend and relation may not supply him with the means of carrying on. Otherwise, ma'am, we know out of whose pocket _that_ money comes." "Ah h!" sighed Mrs. Spars... | have been to buy it for as little as he could possibly give, and sell it for as much as he could possibly get; it having been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitze... | of the head over her tea-cup, and the long gulp, as taking up the conversation again at the point where it had been interrupted. "An individual, ma'am," said Bitzer, "has never been what he ought to have been, since he first came into the place. He is a dissipated, extravagant idler. He is not worth his salt, ma'am. He... | Hard Times |
"Why look at me, ma'am! I don't want a wife and family. Why should they?" | Bitzer | wives and families," said Bitzer.<|quote|>"Why look at me, ma'am! I don't want a wife and family. Why should they?"</|quote|>"Because they are improvident," said | becomes quite nauseous, concerning their wives and families," said Bitzer.<|quote|>"Why look at me, ma'am! I don't want a wife and family. Why should they?"</|quote|>"Because they are improvident," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Yes, ma'am," returned | improve their livelihood. Then, why don't they improve it, ma'am! It's the first consideration of a rational creature, and it's what they pretend to want." "Pretend indeed!" said Mrs. Sparsit. "I am sure we are constantly hearing, ma'am, till it becomes quite nauseous, concerning their wives and families," said Bitzer.... | don't want recreations. I never did, and I never shall; I don't like 'em. As to their combining together; there are many of them, I have no doubt, that by watching and informing upon one another could earn a trifle now and then, whether in money or good will, and improve their livelihood. Then, why don't they improve i... | they're not high, ma'am. Why can't they do as I have done, ma'am? What one person can do, another can do." This, again, was among the fictions of Coketown. Any capitalist there, who had made sixty thousand pounds out of sixpence, always professed to wonder why the sixty thousand nearest Hands didn't each make sixty tho... | and relation at court, ma'am!" "Ah h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer, "that his friend and relation may not supply him with the means of carrying on. Otherwise, ma'am, we know out of whose pocket _that_ money comes." "Ah h!" sighed Mrs. Sparsit again,... | to buy it for as little as he could possibly give, and sell it for as much as he could possibly get; it having been clearly ascertained by philosophers that in this is comprised the whole duty of man not a part of man's duty, but the whole. "Pretty fair, ma'am. With the usual exception, ma'am," repeated Bitzer. "Ah h!"... | h!" said Mrs. Sparsit, with another melancholy shake of her head. "I only hope, ma'am," pursued Bitzer, "that his friend and relation may not supply him with the means of carrying on. Otherwise, ma'am, we know out of whose pocket _that_ money comes." "Ah h!" sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake of h... | Hard Times |
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